The human mind abounds with weaknesses, particularly weaknesses of the flesh. Oscar M. Mann, in his inimitable manner, has given us in A Wife's Secret Lust a vivid and most psychologically disturbing insight into just how true this age old axiom really is. No man is immune from these weaknesses of the flesh, nor is any woman. Mr. Mann, in all his candor, takes here the two people in the entire world most likely not to succumb to the temptations presented by the modern world and slowly but surely builds an all-encompassing web of evil and passion that completely swallows them up with relentless and unyielding certainty.
All things begin with physical want, be it food, water, or an item of comfort when the other drives have all been satisfied. The young nondenominational Minister's wife in this book thirsts for the latter. This seemingly innocent desire for things that will put her on an equal social footing with her contemporaries becomes the psychological catalyst that merges all else that happens into a single logical chain of unstoppable events. Perhaps what Mr. Mann is attempting to say at this point in his novel is that there resides in all of us a little of the prostitute. The young Minister's wife, of course, when she used church funds to buy furniture for their private house did not ever intend to prostitute herself in the way she ultimately must in order to pay the money lender she had borrowed from to restore the funds, but nevertheless, she did prostitute her own honor in her relations with her husband by the deceit necessary to take such funds. This initial wrong becomes the starting point of the chain of events that leads to her final literal prostituting of her body in order to save her husband from disgrace and banishment from the church.
The author, in his underlying thesis that this willingness to prostitute does exist in all of us, points out with a rather frightening clarity that the first innocent step may without warning touch off this horrible chain reaction that could ultimately drag an innocent human being down to the depths of degradation with it. If it can happen to a young idealistic Minister's wife, then it could happen to anyone. This thought is well worth contemplating when one begins to chastise those poor souls whose profession prostitution is. May not they have fallen victim to a similar set of circumstances? Let us always be charitable with them as the possibilities are, as we are now, they once were also...
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
He would have to be tired, she thought, this twenty-four year old confused boy-man who was her husband. He had stayed up most of the night, reading, praying, she assumed... after it happened. From where she sat at the oilcloth covered kitchen table, Miriam Sheldon could see a portion of Peter's handsome, noble head, as he worked over his coming Sunday sermon in the study. Study? That was certainly stretching the definition of the word to its fullest It wasn't even a room... just a tiny alcove at the end of the cold, bleak hallway, where a battered old desk and some bookshelves had been wedged in, a makeshift as was everything else in this ancient, weary house the Nineveh-Bend congregation enjoyed referring to as "the parsonage."... And last night, he had slapped her... Dear Lord, was it possible?
Looking slowly about the dreary kitchen: with its cracked plaster and paint-hungry walls, its castoff collection of aged furnishings and century-old soapstone sink, the lovely young blonde girl suddenly wondered upon what she had founded her belief that, in time, she could grow fond of the dismal old place, and all of that such a very short while ago. Then, as if to taunt her, memories of the splendor of her parent's home and the luxuries she had given up for love, crept into her mind. Dejectedly, she fought them, trying desperately not to remember that she had been Literally disowned... but that, too, was a feeble struggle, and tears glazed her transcendent, hazel-eyes. She bit at her perpetually pouting lower lip and wiped away the misty droplets with a long, tapered finger, inwardly upset with herself at her weakness.
She loved him! She loved him! And that was the answer to all of it, she rationalized... but this morning she was distressed, frustrated... even frightened... with nowhere to turn. The accumulating emotional strain was simply getting the better of her. Oh, Peter, Peter... I'm so ashamed... that we've come to this in only six weeks of marriage... God, I'm so weak... Already, I've failed you... and I love you so...
Her mind raced in circles, until she was remembering how, in the beginning, she had been so intrigued with the beauty of the picturesque little New Hampshire village... their first home, her own and Peter's, his very first church, this house in which they'd spent the first night of their honeymoon... in short, the antiquated, gloomy place was steeped in "firsts"... from-fiasco to fiasco. Oh, God...
She wiped at her eyes once more. She had to get hold of herself, shake this state of mind and do what had to be done. There was no time for self-pity now. She had until tonight, but no later. Eli Barnes was no man to be taken lightly. Just be thankful Peter couldn't read her mind, or know her thoughts. She'd failed him dreadfully all right... when all she had wanted was to be a proper, good wife to him... have him proud of her... What was it he had said to her last night? Miriam! My God, do you have to be so wanton about it? She could have died right there! And the result... another fiasco... at least, for her.
She stared at her half-emptied coffee cup, its contents long cold now, their uneasy breakfast together being past some thirty minutes. She knew she should dress, get out of her nightie and robe, how Peter became upset when she went around this way in the morning, always fearing that one or more of the village folk might drop in on them and form improper opinions, but nevertheless, she sat there, engulfed in her wretched, lachrymose mood. And then, abruptly, a shudder passed over her voluptuously porportioned young body as the dreaded thought of the necessary visit she must pay Eli Baines crossed her mind for the umpteenth time.
That had been the first foolish thing she had done... borrowing money from that evil man, then lying to Peter about it. How blindly rattleheaded she'd been, never giving a thought to the possible complications, but Sara Dexter's suggestion had sounded so logical... and she'd been so certain within herself that inside of thirty days she would have been able to reestablish relations with her parents. Lord, after all, she was their only child. And God knows, she'd been desperate.
She'd felt confident that her father would relent... at least, bend a little with time once he realized that she was actually gone for good and how much her Peter meant to her, or that her mother would be able to mollify him, but she had been wrong in both instances; they'd ignored her plea for help... truly disowned her... and all because of this boy-man she loved.
Of course, if d been a near understood thing in their smug, secure circle that she and Rick Gilardo would announce their engagement when she finished college in June. They'd gone together for three years and Rick's parents belonged to the same country club and attended the same church as her mother and father... almost necessary requisites, it seemed. Position and religion... the two most important things in her parent's lives. The Gilardos were in the wholesale grocery industry, and her father's insurance business had been most successful over the past two-and-a-half decades, making their stalwart prominence in the little Connecticut town the envy of many... to the complacent satisfaction of both her mom and dad. Naturally, her father had been active in civic affairs and his opinion highly respected, in fact, seldom if ever questioned... and she had chosen to violate this verity by acting completely against his will... and unforgivable sin...
Peter had come from Texas, of poor stock... "white trash," her father had ranted. He was tall, lean, slender-faced, with dark, wavy hair and deep brown discerning eyes, but it was his mysterious boyish smile that captivated her, even as passion and wrath burned with a certain savageness in the depths of those sometimes haunted, penetrating eyes.
On a lark with the gang, she had gone to a tent revival meeting and heard him preach, and while the others were having a rousing good time, she had sat transfixed, being converted... not her religious convictions, just her heart. She had fallen in love with Peter Sheldon that very night The following evening she had gone back alone to meet him, and that's where it had all begun.
When she'd brought him home the first time, her father had practically invited him to leave and not come back. Her mother had acquired one of her "sick headaches" and gone to bed for two days. At first, Rick had taken it in stride, at least, pretending to adopt his cosmopolitan, non-jealous attitude, but she knew that inside he was ragingly angry with her.
Thinking about it, Miriam supposed it was a legitimately sound reaction on his part. After all, she had been wearing his fraternity pin, and had not gone out With anyone else in over three years, and certainly their petting had reached the point where one more little step would have destroyed her virginity. But thank God, she had never gone all the way with him, even though they had come disastrously close, and on more than one occasion it had been all she could do to hold herself back.
Now, she was ashamed to think she had compromised herself at all, but she had. In the back seat of his car she would let him slip a hand inside her blouse or under her sweater to unfasten her bra and fondle her naked breasts in some of their more torrid sessions, but only once bad he ever gone beyond this, and her face flushed as she remembered that and how near they had come to the very brink of consummating the act itself.
She had never been much of a drinker in her twenty-one years and that night at the country club dance with their parents, she had gone beyond her usual one or two. After, when they had parked "on the hill" overlooking the lights of the town and he had been massaging her naked breasts into maddening hardness with his fingers, he had suddenly kissed an sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. The tender playing of his tongue around it had nearly driven her wild, and she'd barely noticed when his hand crept beneath her skirt and begun gentle caresses between her smooth, white thighs.
The color filling her cheeks brightened to a brilliant crimson now as she recalled how she had half-heartedly pleaded with him.
"N-No, Rick, heavens no! We can't - you... you mustn't!" she had gasped, realizing the danger this time, fearing that in another minute she wouldn't be able to stop him.
And he had continued, his hands gently stroking her soft, vibrant flesh, traversing over the full length of her uncontrollably resigning body, from her breasts to her flat, now quivering stomach and downward to the nylon shielded softness of her golden pubic hair. He had soothed her there, "stroking slowly, tantalizingly, inserting his middle finger under her satiny panties into the moist virginal split of her vagina, until a tingling sensation she had never before known caused her to writhe about on the seat beneath his hand almost fitfully. She could hardly believe the deep gasping sounds of her own breathing and the heat from his aroused breaths against her excited flesh.
"Oh, Darling... no, no... not now," she rasped into his ear.
He'd not stopped, and then she had heard the whisper of his zipper, her heart skipping a beat as suddenly she sensed a hot, fleshy pressure against her upper thigh. His penis! Her body had actually recoiled from this first ever strange contact of a male organ, and had been ready to struggle when abruptly, his finger, nestled between her legs, had probed tenderly into the velvety wetness of her vagina, sending a galvanic current of measureless pleasure soaring through her whole being, leaving her momentarily powerless in the throes of the erotic entrancement. Her temporary paralysis had led him to believe she was submitting, and before she realized it he had placed her hand over his shaft, pressuring her fingers around it Instantly, her mind became a melee of mixed emotions, and even as her brain attempted to dictate right over wrong her fingers clenched tight against the hot throbbing instrument and she heard his expressive groan of delight mingled with her own labored breaths. She remembered how its enormous size had utterly amazed her, her fingers hardly able to encircle it, and how, automatically, she had begun to stroke it, manipulating the thick outer skin back and forth... up and down the rigid stem of flesh. Even now, in her shame, she remembered how as she ignored the righteous dictums her brain was endeavoring to scream at her, her physical being advised her that never before had anything ever felt so good or fulfilling.
He was thrusting his long, slender finger deep inside the passage of her womanhood, its tender, sensitive wall suddenly so wet from the passion fluid ardently seeping from its chaste, excited lips. It was expanding the tiny opening in the membrane that denoted her purity, and even though she had feared its tearing, destroying the proof of her virginity right then and there, it seemed she could do nothing about it The wild intoxication he was filling her with was stripping her of all power to resist and unconsciously she had relaxed her inner thighs, allowing him greater access to her even as she had increased her own massaging of his penis. She remembered how astonished she had been as with each gentle stroke she could feel the massive shaft jerk and grow harder in her hand, when the very moment before its huge stiffness seemed impossible to surpass.
In her fascination and enthrallment with the jerking organ, she had hardly realized he had rolled over on top of her until he was there, and almost too late she had clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping the rock-hard cudgel between them. He had gone half out of his mind endeavoring to direct and wedge it into the opening of her wet palpitating vagina, and God knows, she bad wanted it as bad as he... but something had helped her maintain her wits. She had striven with all Of her efforts against him, her struggle causing her hand to tighten around his straining member, and he had no more than penetrated the hard, rubbery head inside the legband of her panties, its tip nuzzled between the tight moist lips of her vulva when she sensed it commencing to lurch out of control. It jerked spasmodically in her hand and Rick gasped as she felt a hot, thick stream of liquid spurt from it and continue as if it would never end, until her soft, fleecy pubic hair was drenched with the warm, sticky sperm. The inside of her thighs were saturated with it and it dribbled down between her legs to drench the car seat beneath her buttocks.
Then, Rich had groaned a final release and draped himself over her in obvious exhaustion. He was mumbling what had sounded like apologies to her, as if he had somehow failed her, she thought, almost as if he had been unaware she had resisted, and although she had not told him then, it was that night and that incident that had made it clear to her she did not love Rick Gilardo... and three evenings later she had seen Peter for the first time.
Once more, her face reddened at the lewd memory of the episode; she couldn't help but wonder what Peter would think, say, or do if he ever knew. She had seen no logical reason for telling him. It could serve no purpose except to strain their own relationship even further... and Lord knows, she doubted if she could stand any more and stall pretend at this superficial attitude of happiness. Nor was his own air of contentment any less artificial than hers. At least, she had come to know him well enough to read sadness and joy, pleasure of pain in his boyishly handsome face, and rich, articulate voice.
Actually, she had kissed Peter only six times before they were married, and those occasions, impassionate good-night pecks at the door when he brought her home from the revival meetings he had affiliated with. On their third date, he had told her he was merely helping do the Lord's work in whatever way he could while he awaited his appointment to a church of his own, which would be forthcoming in a matter of days. She had never known such a devoted, serious young man, and because of her own religious upbringing his sincere piety had reached right to her very heart She had refused to even see Rick or talk to him on the phone, until her parents in a state of mild hysteria, absolutely forbade her to have anything to do with "that fanatical preacher.'" Of course, she'd ignored them, and on their fifth date, Peter had elatedly told her of his appointment to a little church in New Hampshire. She had been as pleased as he, especially so when he suddenly gushed forth with: "Miriam... w-will you marry me?"
"Oh, Peter darling, darling... yes... I'll be proud to marry you," she had blubbered, actually weeping in her joy.
So, in the aftermath of her father's tirade when they'd told him, they had dejectedly, without her parent's blessing, but nevertheless determinedly, set out for Nineveh-Bend, pausing only long enough in a little church in Massachusetts to take their vows, and that very night they had spent in this gloomy parsonage she had convinced herself that she could, in time, become fond of.
Once more, Miriam felt the dampness of tears filling her long and lovely, expressive hazel eyes. Perhaps... perhaps, she thought, had their marriage bed been fulfilled, the deprivation and poverty she was expected to accept... even the restriction of being a preacher's wife might be more readily endured. But in the fretful absence of achieving sexual satisfaction when she so desperately needed love in its completion, to be abruptly confronted with her handsome, masculine husband's confused moral credo, she had frustratingly floundered... and then, Rick Gilardo had walked briefly back into her life.
She and Peter had been married two-weeks when Rick and his new wife had stopped for an overnight visit, enroute to Montreal on their own honeymoon. He and Beth Evans, a schoolmate of hers, had eloped, and Miriam could not for the life of her, shake her sinful, jealous thoughts. If there was any satisfaction in knowing that she had been the one true love in Rick's life, she had that, or in realizing that had she not jilted him, Beth Evans would still be putting-out in the back seats of cars trying to trap a husband.
They'd stayed with them for two days, and in the course of that time Beth never let her forget the near-squalor the parsonage afforded, always indirectly comparing it with the beautiful home she and Rick would be returning to. The sad part of it all was that Miriam knew it to be true.
"A clergyman really has a difficult time of it, doesn't he," Beth had said a dozen times or more. "Really, Miriam, I don't see bow you can stand it... being isolated in this God-forsaken place... living here like this after what you're used to. Why... why, the leg is actually broken right off that dilapidated old couch... "
Miriam could have happily throttled her... yet, somehow, she had maintained her poise, smiled, and finally pacified herself with the love she had for her handsome Texan with the deep, mysterious eyes. Even so, it had seemed little at that point, but it was all she had to cling to.
And then, later in the evening while she was pouring coffee, Rick had strolled into the kitchen and put his arms around her waist from behind, pressing himself close to her until she could actually feel the bulge of him trying to insinuate itself between her buttocks.
"Rick, stop! Lord, have you no decency at all?" she hissed, trying to squirm from his grasp.
"Awww, come on now, Miriam baby," he whispered hotly into her ear, holding fast to her wasplike waist, her writhings only serving to stimulate his member more so. "You can't tell me you haven't missed old Rick a little bit... nor forgotten those nights in the back seat 'on-the-hill.'"
"I can and I have! I'm only ashamed they ever happened!" she spat at him, twisting her head so that he could see the disgust registered on her face. "Now, if you don't have any respect for me, at least have some for your wife and my husband in the other room."
She jerked herself almost free, but he held to the muscular part of her upper arms. "Okay," he sneered "But I'm not about to forgive you for the rotten deal you handed me... the way you ran out. You belong to me, baby, nobody else... and one day I'll get even...
His words, in truth, had frightened her, and that night when they were gone, she had tried to find solace in Peter's love making, but following the pattern he had already established she had gleaned nothing but further frustration.
In the morning, the broken leg on the davenport had loomed up before her like a gigantic shattered pillar supporting her marriage... her very life. Dear God, she couldn't stand it any longer! She would lose her mind...!
As the preacher's wife she was also church treasurer. It was all terribly simple to withdraw $300 and purchase the new front room suite, tables, lamps, and two pictures thrown in. She'd had to go to Burgess five miles away to do it, but Peter had attended a town meeting concerning some school issue and she had been left with the car. Shortly, she had realized the empty-headed frivolity of the act... but not at that moment. It had been a matter of retaining her sanity... of holding on to her marriage.
When Peter'd discovered what she had done, he'd been beside himself with anger, even when she told him she had used money she'd saved. Although he had accepted the lie, he'd been as near to violence as she had yet seen him, his face blossoming into a deep violet flush, his eyes blazing in their anger. He couldn't understand her doing such a thing without consulting him first. She must realize it was necessary they live within their means, he'd lectured... once he'd regained control of himself; what impression was this going to make on the congregation?
The devil with the congregation, she'd thought. Still, she had sat passively and listened with semi-bowed head. Dear God, she loved him so!
"You've got to remember, Miriam, we're the servants of these people... not they to us," he'd reminded her sharply. And it's not impossible that we'll have to learn to do without many more luxuries before we're very much older. Such is a preacher's life... and it's better that you get used to it now, right in the beginning."
He was so masculine when he was enraged. Why didn't he grab hold of her forcefully and make love to her then? Dear Lord! She knew she should be taken and whipped for the thoughts she was thinking...
It was inevitable that he would examine the bank account sooner or later and find her withdrawal unless she did something to cover it immediately. Oddly enough, she'd borne no fear of the illegality of the act; her worry had been simply of the pain she knew her lie would cause him once he knew the truth. And... and she loved this boy-man so deeply... so whole heartedly that to even witness mental stress upon his face literally tore her apart inside.
Eli Baines, Ninevah-Bend's most wealthy and influential citizen, made private loans, pretty Sara Dexter, the church organist had told her at one of the meetings of the Women's Benevolent Society. And who should know better than she, for both her mentally handicapped husband and she herself worked for the man up at Mansion-House.
Miriam had been surprised at herself, the way she had confided in the attractive young woman, but Sara had made herself a friend from the first day, and the few years difference in their ages seemed to somehow give them a link of adjoinment. The tall, shapely, dark haired girl had simply jockeyed her oneside and said: "What's bothering you anyway, Miriam?"
She had denied any stress at first, but Sara was not ; about to be denied. And truly, if she'd ever need anyone to confide in, Miriam felt she needed them now... so she'd blubbered all.
"You go to Mr. Baines, but don't tell him I sent you," Sara said, wiping at Miriam's eyes at the same time. "Of course, you've got to be prepared to pay heavy interest. He's a regular old miser. If he loans you ten dollars, he expects twenty when you pay him back next week... but... no one will know."
Miriam could have kissed her. She didn't, but she could have. Instead, in the morning she had driven up to Mansion-House and Luke, Sara's disfigured young husband, led her in. The poor man's face had been half ripped away with a high-powered bullet by an unknown hunter, damaging his brain... almost completely destroying him. Miriam couldn't help but think, as she was being taken to Eli Baines' office, that perhaps it would have been a mercy if he had died. He couldn't speak. He walked with a dragging limp, and his face suggested sheer horror.
As she followed him, Miriam thought that he fit well into the ominous, aged, framed Mansion-House, its looming three floored, gabled structure and mansard roof as cold and foreboding inside as was the approach up the long drive with its giant maples and twisted, gnarled oaks. She followed him along the huge central hallway, a hollow, eerie dampness seemingly present even on this beautiful, warm August day, and suddenly she experienced a clammy, lumpish sensation at the base of her stomach... she was sorry she had come.
In fact, she had hesitated and was about to pivot on her heel with all intentions of getting out of there just as Eli Baines appeared in the doorway before Luke Dexter. Miriam had sucked in her breath at his sudden emergence into view. Sara's husband made several motions that the other seemed to understand, then, without a word the afflicted man dragged himself away.
"So... Mrs. Sheldon, is it?" Eli Baines addressed her in a deep, guttural voice. He stepped back into the room. "Come in," he paid.
He was a brute of a man in stature, and although she had seen him several times in the village, it'd been from a distance and she had not realized his massive size. He had a great barrel chest, was exceedingly tall and ugly of facial feature. His breathing came in deep, measured rasps, and from the beginning his watery, colorless eyes began to undress her licentiously. She guessed him to be in his mid-fifties, with a heavy shock of greying hair, and he wore a terrible slit-scar on his right cheek from eye to chin, causing that side of his face a feeble muscular reaction, unlike its counterpart. Once inside, he had closed the door to the surprisingly small, stuffy, disordered cubicle he used for an office, dropped into an ancient swivel chair before the cluttered roll-top desk and motioned her to a broken slatted, once dining-room chair.
"Well...?" he said gruffly. "Why've you come?"
Miriam swallowed tightly. "I-I would like to borrow some money," she heard herself stammer in a thin, almost choked voice.
He had leaned back heavily, thoughtfully, it seemed to her, making the aged chair groan. Finally, he said: "Little unusual... Hope you don't mind my being surprised. It ain't often an old widower like me gets to do business with such a lush young beauty." Miriam had felt the blood surging into her cheeks. His lecherous eyes continued to rake her body from head to toe unceasingly.
"I-I have this," she'd said, placing an oval cameo brooch that Peter had given her for a wedding present onto his desk before him. It had belonged to Peter's grandmother and its value mounted to three times what she was about to ask.
Eli Baines studied it He grunted, leaning back once more as his eyes took liberties with her obvious hidden charms. "What's the Reverend Mrs.' pleasure?"
Miriam ran the tip of her tongue along the line of her delicately full lower lip. She said: "I need three-hundred dollars for a short period. I'll pay you back in thirty days... but no one must know of our transaction."
Slowly, the huge man eased into a suggestive grin. His teeth, yellowed and soundly square, gaped at her. "What for?" he breathed heavily.
"I... I can't see where that would be your affair, Mr. Baines... only that you loan it to me if you will. I will repay it in thirty-days," she had repeated. "In the meantime, you may hold the brooch for security."
The massive man laughed easily. "My interest is heavy," he said.
"How much?"
"Hmmmm... three-hundred... thirty days... pay me back five-hundred."
Miriam's eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at his great hulk that overflowed the groaning chair. "T-That's plain robbery, Mr. Baines, and you know it!"
"Unh huh... maybe," he grunted, the lust in his expression seeming to grow more intense as his eyes continued to crawl over her shamelessly. "But you're the one what needs the money. You want it... you pay."
"The brooch is worth at least a thousand dollars," she'd said. "You won't be taking any chances... "
"Your husband know about this, Mrs. Reverend?" he interrupted, his twisted smile slowly broadening once more.
Miriam swallowed tightly a second time, then shook her head. "No one must know," she said with certain urgency.
Eli Baines continued to grin at her. "I see," he said, rubbing a hand over the grey stubble covering his chin and making a rasping sound. "Kind of a secret... just between you and me, eh?"
"If you want to put it that way... yes," said Miriam, straightening haughtily in her chair. "Even so. Mr. Baines, such exorbitant interest... I believe it's called usury, isn't it? Perhaps
perhaps you would like to reconsider...?"
Eli Baines stared at her for a long moment. His evil eyes caressed her body lewdly, yet, she forced herself to return his gaze levelly.
"Yeah... maybe you're right," he said at last "On second thought Mrs. Reverend... six-hundred dollars thirty-days from today... my regular interest Was going to be a bit lenient on you... you being so pretty and all, but a man can't make a living that way, now can he? 'Course, my advice to you would be... don't borrow. It ain't in keeping with our yankee customs. I suggest you figure another way... "
She remembered that she had been next to insane with rage at that moment She'd seen him raise his interest one whole hundred dollars for thirty-days use and she had been ready to scream in her anger. Now, as she thought about it she realized that only her desire to protect Peter from the shock of the awful truth... to keep from hurting him in any way, had helped her contain herself, until finally she had bit her lip and said: "All right... give me the money!"
He had and she'd signed a note, then gotten out of there as fast as she could... and that was thirty-days ago. Now, it was due and payable! Dear God, she'd been so certain she could regain her parent's good graces by now...
She sat at the table and stared at her dead coffee cup, her long, honey colored hair cascading about her shoulders like a golden waterfall At the end of the hall, engrossed in his work, she could hear her Peter stir occasionally... She loved him so much... so very, very much... Was this suffering a necessary part of real love?
She started to push the coffee cup from her, then instead, refilled it from the electric pot... a gift from Peter's brothers.
Oh, Peter, Peter, my darling... I need you so! Please... please... help me! Help me! Oh God...!
CHAPTER TWO
Peter had not written a word. All upon the sheet before him was as he had left it the day before. He couldn't concentrate, nor could he eliminate the vision of Miriam coming through their bedroom doorway absolutely naked the previous night. She'd stood there before him, never posing, only waiting shyly, almost frightened as she watched his reactions. She had stepped from the bath, her magnificent nude body a splendor before him, and he had stared at her, his mind reeling. Lord, how his loins still throbbed! How many men much greater than he had succumbed in the face of such charms? He had thought of Sampson, David with Bathsheba, Solomon... My God... he saw the nipples of her pink-tipped breasts distended a full half-inch as he gaped at her! Her beautiful, firm hips and her narrow childlike waist had dried his mouth and throat like an arid wind off the desert, while the golden thatch that nestled about the pink crevice splitting the apex of her full-rounded thighs had made his member leap with evil, libidinous passion.
Then, she had smiled... as innocent and lovely as the first daffodil of spring. He'd gore berserk inside, gotten to his knees and held out his arms to her as she ran toward him. "Oh, Peter, love me... love me!" she'd cried. The Lord forbid! He had even stripped away his own night clothes in his lust, kneeling there, his massive penis throbbing like some demoniacal phallus... as if inspired by Satan himself. He had actually thrown himself upon her while she lifted her legs high, spreading her smooth, white thighs wide... to the point of truly gaping her moist, pink vagina before him, its dewy, gilded, hair-lined lips quivering and clasping in front of his very eyes in its salacious desire... and then, it had been as if a voice had spoken to him... as though he had been touched by a sacred lance in an angel's hand.
Miriam! My God, do you have to be so wanton about it?"
"Ohhh... oh, darling... please, please...?"
"This is God's work! Let's perform it as God's work!"
"P-Peter... Peter...!"
"Put your legs down! Be decent! Dear Lord, let's not become animals, Miriam."
She had... slowly, reluctantly, with a long deep sigh... lying immobile beneath him like an erotic statue, yet so warm and vibrant, while his mind continued in its turmoil... his brain unable to fathom the Almighty's meaning in this perfectly sculptured voluptuous body He had chosen to tempt him with.
He had entered her submissive form almost with a vengeance, his wild, thrashing shaft thundering pulsatingly with the building sperm of creation chinning frenziedly in his aching testicles from the mere sight of her... and even as she held down her legs, the mewls and moans began to erupt from her open mouth as he pistoned his man-weapon between the soft, tender lips of her moist, clasping vagina, struggling to release himself as soon as possible.
And then, all of a sudden, she had drawn her legs back until the very knees touched the hard pink tips of her erect breasts, and she'd cried out: "Oh Peter... Peter... Peter, love me! Fill me with yourself!"
He hadn't been able to withhold his wrath. The vile implication of her plea had nearly blinded him with fury. He had slapped her hard. Not once, but three times, back and forth, before he had crawled off her, unsatiated, confused, tears streaming down his cheeks as he left her immediately... going to read and pray, to beg forgiveness for both of them.
Half into the night he had sat at his desk, reading, praying for guidance, searching for truth and the strength to profess it In tears, he had sought a penance equal to the measure of lust he had brought upon both himself and his beloved Miriam. He had wept for hours, indeed repentant of his foremost weakness... the evils of the flesh.
Like father, like son, he thought bitterly. That was his cross, the curse of his hatred for his own father. He's spent ten of the twenty-four years of his life attempting to transform this hatred into pity and understanding... but uselessly; he despised the memory of the man. Man? Animal was more definitive for the beast who had raised five brothers-and he the youngest-as share-cropper serfs, while he had drank and caroused with evil women and watched his own over-burdened wife dig an early grave for herself. On her deathbed, Peter had promised his mother he would take up the ministry, and he had fulfilled that promise but in his weakness was he being true to his pledge?
Dear God! How long could he endure this maddening turmoil of desire raging inside him before he went insane? He had only to look upon the erotic beauty of his Miriam and the demons would begin to dance in his loins. Last night, his most dreaded fear had been realized... he had seen the same evil, carnal lust distorting her angelic face! He was destroying her too! Animalizing the sanctity of her precious womanhood! God forbid! But if it was necessary that he sin, if truly he was that weak... then let it be with a Delilah... not in defilement of his cherished love... his Miriam. Let him alone be the sinner!
He rubbed at his aching brow and stared blankly at the paper before him, his eyes burning from lack of sleep. He's made his decision... a wicked one that sent waves of shame surging through him at the mere thought, yet in it, he found a certain consolation in knowing that he would be keeping Miriam from sinking to the depths of his depraved thirst.
The long night had given him time to do much thinking. His failures overwhelmed him. Taking Miriam from the luxuries she had always known and replacing them with the hardships of a preacher's wife in such a remote place as Nineveh-Bend had been a cruel, abortive attempt at self-happiness... a failure founded on lust and selfish love he had no right to. Could he, in all sincerity, blame her for the wild and extravagant foolishness of buying that front-room furniture? Yet, he had, and with a harsh reprimand and complete lack of understanding, while in reality, he now realized that the wrath he had taken out on her was simply a vent for the anger he had with his own self for making an enemy of the town miser, Eli Baines only hours before at the town meeting.
Perhaps he had taken a foolish stand, but it made logic, he had thought, and after all he was now a part of the community. Besides, Barnes bore the evil eye of his own father, and seemed to strike fear and awe in the sheepish citizenry who stood listening to him. So, he, Peter Sheldon, had thwarted him in his proposal to build the new needed school on property the town would have to buy from him. Instead, he had suggested the school be built on a piece of land he knew the town already owned, and behind his leadership the town-folk had agreed with him... even praised him later when the issue had been settled according to his recommendation... but Peter knew he had made a strong enemy in Eli Baines.
Failures... his existence was amassed with failures...!
"Peter... would you like a cup of coffee?"
Her words startled him. He hadn't heard her approach along the hallway. Now, he turned slowly and smiled up at her.
"No thanks, hon... You're not dressed yet," he said, unable to keep the agitation from his voice, his smile slowly fading.
"I'm going up now," Miriam replied quickly. "I just wanted to be sure there was nothing you wanted."
He glanced habitually at his watch. Nine-fifteen. He couldn't help his irritated expression. "Supposing some of the ladies just happened to stop by and see you this way? What would they think, Darling?"
"I-I know... I'm sorry, Peter," she stammered, and he watched her eyes dart back and forth across his face in mild fear.
Suddenly, he stood and took her into his arms, the pressure points of her ripe, firm young body against his own instigating wild sensations to course rapidly through him.
"Oh... Peter, Peter," she whispered passionately, her fingers digging into the flesh of his back as she clung to him. "Don't be angry with me, my darling... please don't... please... "
"There, there now... " He had to force her away, hold her off else she would immediately detect the lascivious stirrings of his uncontrollable member "It's all right, Honey. I'm not angry... but... but can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you...?" Her eyes widened questionably. "For what, Darling?"
"I slapped you... remember?" Again, her lovely eyes searched his as she clung to the muscles of his arms and he stood with his hands locked behind her waist. "Did you?" she said, her entrancing eyes beginning to dance mischievously. "And did I have it coming?"
"I-I'm sorry," Peter managed, hardly realizing what he was saying, his brain once again alive with its Cyprian desires. "Look... you go ahead and get dressed... I've got work here to finish... Go ahead now... "
Reluctantly, she slowly let loose of him, and momentarily, he thought he saw a tear puddle at the comers of her lovely eyes, but, of course, that couldn't be so... his own tired eyes were playing tricks on him... and then, she was gone.
He dropped back into his chair, his brain uncertain in its directions... hobbling... floundering in the gross, impure madness swirling throughout his being. Heavenly Christ! He's gone beyond human endurance! After all, he was only a mere man! Delilah... Delilah...! Damn you, you bitch, Sara Dexter! Tonight...!
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh God, Eli... mercy! Mercy!" exclaimed the ravishing brunette as the huge man caught hold of her waist and bounced her up and down, his lewd little, colorless eyes devouring the jouncing motions of her full, naked, firm breasts, and her gasping, open mouth each time he raised his hips to thrust his massive cock UD into her with vicious pleasure.
"What's a matter, baby? You've taken in plenty before. That little cunt of your's shriveling up?" He snickered brutally, still lifting her up off his giant shaft, then driving her down upon it to hear her wince in pain.
"I... Oh! I know, but I... Ohhh! I just got on, Darling... Please, Eh... My God, you're splitting me...!"
Eli Baines chuckled pitilessly. He sat naked in his favorite chair, his feet on the ottoman, Sara Dexter with long, white, rounded legs astride and folded beneath her, straddling him and absorbing his massive prick in her unprepared vagina, her clothing thrown on the davenport across the room. It was her apartment in Mansion-House, the section he had given her and came to whenever he felt like it.
"It's seven o'clock," he spat at her suddenly, lunging his hips upward and pulling her down onto his colossal instrument with a vengeance.
"Agggghhhhh!" she cried loudly. "Oh God... I'm sorry, Darling... but I had to go to the village for groceries and the mail... "
"You know I want to fuck on my second martini, lady," he growled at her. "Now... we don't let it happen again, do we?"
"No,, Darling. I promise... my God, I promise!" Sara pleaded as the blunt, spongy head of his huge penis reamed up into her tight, unready vagina, scraping at the tender, sensitive walls and battering against her cervix painfully.
Eli Baines laughed. As always, he was enjoying his subjugation of this entrancing woman. It intrigued him to know that he had her in such a position she could never afford to fail him. He had watched her, in a moment of panic, shoot her suspicious husband in the brain with a deer rifle, then, he had stood in court beside her to proclaim that was the way they had found him, the victim of a hunting accident. But now, even as he stared up at her, mercilessly driving his gigantic shaft up into her momentarily tight passage, he saw the masochistic little sparks of delight dancing in her devastating, coal-black eyes. She was truly revelling in her agony.
He clutched at her supple waist and rammed once more, but her anxious, wincing moments had passed. Now, she merely smiled at him.
"AH right, daddy," she tittered. "Now, I'm going to wear it away."
"You bitch," he spat with a grin. She was a lusty woman, indeed, his own counterpart.
She smiled at him beautifully as she clenched her buttocks tight and beg to ride up and down his long, thick rod, and he could feel the lubricating fluids from the walls of her vagina soak his cock warmly as she now swallowed up every fraction of it with a muscularly sucking action that drew at the lining of his balls. Cruelly, he clutched at her brown-nipple hardened breasts, the soft vibrant flesh squeezing between his fingers like bread dough as she plunged her full, round white buttocks up and down furiously, her now excited cunt endeavoring to ingest... even devour him.
Christ, she was a machine, he thought!
"Look... I'm sick of waiting for you to get to the most holy reverend," he snapped at her, while he watched his proud cock push and pull at the pink, ragged lips of the hair-lined pussy between her straddling legs, the tiny coral flanges of its inner lips clasping hungrily around the glistening shaft as it disappeared deep up the salacious clasping hole. "Ain't this choir night?"
"Yes, Darling," she said, smiling, squirming, writhing her round buttocks on the down-stroke.
"Then... godamnit, I want it to happen tonight."
"Yes, Darling," she repeated, continuing the same action, and he could see her stomach muscles contract as she clutched at his prick skillfully.
"On the floor, damn you," he said suddenly. "On your belly!"
Sara's breath caught in her throat. Oh God, what now? She dare not refuse. She climbed from him and lowered herself onto all fours, her tongue-tip protruding between the two neat rows of her teeth.
"Down," he ordered, and she dropped flat on her belly.
Slowly, he came from the chair and knelt to stare lasciviously at the warm, voluptuous young body beneath him. He watched the round, soft moons of her buttocks arch and fall beneath his touch and felt the desire in his loins fanning into hot, liquid flame. He tried to think what more he wanted to say to her... but couldn't.
Sara Dexter swallowed tightly. Her own position at his command was making her lose all control of her senses, and his hands were driving her crazy. Now, he was over her, behind her, and she lay beneath him, squirming with the excitement of his near magic touch, the fire suddenly blazing deep in her belly, stirred to greater and greater depths of captivating pleasure with every passing moment of the obscene teasing of his vile hands.
She dropped her face into the nap of the carpeting and groaned into it to stifle the licentious throaty grunts of need emitting uncontrollably from between her now tightly clenched teeth. She had taken an oath, actually vowed that this night she would not let her body run away with her as it had done on so many other nights with him... and now there was less control than ever. When she lost her head this way he became absolutely fiendish... Oh God, his hands... his hands! Her buttocks ground wantonly beneath the caresses of those crude, but relentless hands, and she knew that he couldn't help but see the sudden urgency of tremors rippling sensuously across her flesh.
She heard his goatish laugh. She couldn't see his face but assumed he was grinning... rubbery lipped... wet from the sight of her total surrender.
God! She wanted him...! His huge wonderful cock...! A moment... "Oh my God... what are you doing to me?" she moaned as she felt his thick fingers slip up inside her vagina to taunt her gently.
Eli Baines gleefully heard her whine down into the softness of the carpeting... her voice unreal... thick with desire and wantonness.
"Ooooohh," she moaned again, twisting her desire contorted face to the side so that he could see the effect his teasing was having upon her. And then, he knew what she really expected. He chuckled to himself, for it was important to him never to let a woman anticipate him. this destroyed the ultimate pleasure of shock and subjugation... the surprise element.
Sara, her buttocks churning involuntarily... yet, hungrily beneath him, fought with all her inner strength against the lewd, carnal urges now racing almost out of control through her tormented body... but... it wasn't enough... Oh... he's going to fuck me in the ass! she thought... Don't let it happen... God almighty, don't let it happen this way. It didn't!
Instead, his thick middle finger surged with relentless force and depth into her vagina and she froze momentarily, until the sensations skyrocketed through her.
"Oooooohhhh, do it to me... do it to me...!" she hissed back at him, forgetting all of her vows to resist and not be conquered by the lewd man's organ trying to wrench her head so that she could watch his sudden maddening hands working back there between her open thighs.
"Do what?" he grinned down triumphantly at her lust contorted face as she looked helplessly and glassy-eyed back at the continued hardening of his cock.
"Oh God... fuck me," she moaned, the words tumbling from her lips. "Puck me like a dirty animal!"
Baines began to laugh. "Remember, you asked for it," He leered nastily down at her squirming back, a thin line of sweat beginning to form on his upper lip. "Put your ass up in the air, bitch," he commanded.
She was still on her stomach and without hesitation she arched her hips higher, then felt his hands reaching for her to pull her to her knees. She dare not falter, but kept lifting herself until she was entirely raised before him high and open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and wished he would hurry, but there was no way of making him come into her until he was ready.
He probed tentatively at her with his gigantic penis, searching for the hot, moistness of her vagina, felt her buttocks clasping at his jerking cock as he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crevice past her anus, to the eager hair-lined opening that awaited him.
Baines felt his massive prick brush across the softness of her pubic hair and finally reach the pulsating lips of her vagina. He was playing a game. His caresses had aroused her to the point where the flowing juices inside her had completely lubricated her with a hot, slippery wetness that made it easy for him to worm his throbbing prick into the smooth tight gripping flesh between her legs.
Sara groaned in pleasure as she felt him entering her. Oh God... ifs so big! So hot!
"Ooohhh yes, yes! Shove it into me, Darling! All the way... all of it!" she cried, her voice choking in her passion.
Eli Baines grinned lewdly, his lips curling wetly back to expose his yellowed teeth as he began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes... never hurrying, but leaning back and watching his thick, hardened cock moving in and out of her wide stretched vagina... watching the soft, pink flesh gripping him, clasping his rock-hard prick and pulsating against him. He sensed the muscles deep inside her passage flexing and constricting around his mighty shaft as he fucked deeper and deeper up inside her.
Uuuunnnnhhhh," Sara choked through partially clenched teeth as the throbbing, massive cock rammed savagely into her. She knew the pain... wanted it, yet could not hold the tears of agonized pleasure back from her eyes. Her vaginal passage was on fire, but she knew from experience with him that this would gradually pass once her cunt-walls grew accustomed to the giant invasion from this angle.
Behind her, gasping and panting heavily with obscene delight, Eli rocked rhythmically in and out of the soft confines of her moist, clasping channel. Now, the pain was easing as the masochistic thrill of her helpless, debased position beneath him rippled through her. the ravishment of her cunt by this vile man who took her at will in whatever manner that pleased him at the moment, as a master might a slave, sent familiar waves of wicked pleasure coursing through her entire naked being. She groaned aloud and involuntarily began to undulate her buttocks lasciviously in tiny circles of rhythm to the long thick cock fucking into her mercilessly from behind.
"Yes... yes... yessss," she moaned uncontrollably.
On his knees, bent over her squirming body, Eli Baines gritted his teeth as he fucked in and out with long, hard lunges, his own heavy buttocks hollowing with every thrust. A feeling of absolute power spiraled through him as he held her hips down in total subjection to his stone-hard cock skewering relentlessly, into her. He could feel the soft, fleshy ridges inside her giving way before the merciless onslaught of his pistoning prick.
He squeezed her flesh in his hands so that it grew up in thick ridges, small, bloodless, hillocks of her creamy-white flesh embossed on her lush, round buttocks, and when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with a white bloodless-ness on her skin. Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped her harder, squeezing her soft, unresisting thighs with sadistic strength, hurting her, forcing groans from her tormented throat as she struggled uselessly beneath his mastery of her mind and body.
He stretched the-quivering orbs of her buttocks wide with cruel fingers, watching the pink folds of wet glistening flesh clinging tightly around his rampaging cock. Suddenly, he levered forward on his knees, and with a loud grunt drove the plunging shaft to the very hilt; he could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside spread before the sensitive, engorged head of his prick, raising a soft, guttural sound from the depths of her chest, as though the breath had been driven from her. He knew she had been fucked this deep before because he had done so, but each time it was as if he had entered a virginal passage, and he would worm the head around deep inside, enlargening the depths of her channel and feeling its clasping muscles gripping his rigid staff like warm slippery elastic. As always, the soft enveloping tightness sent a tingle of delight surging through his balls, and his prick, encased in the warm, clasping sheath, pulsated with lewd pleasure.
Sara's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart, thrusting her buttocks even higher back against his plunging cock. Now, with each battering stroke she felt with obscene delight his sperm bloated balls slapping against the palpitating, erect bud of her clitoris, while the thick, curled, pubic hair around the base of his prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft, inner edges of her ass. She rested in such a position that her breasts were squashed against the carpet, its rough nap erotically taunting her pebble-hard nipples. She mewled with ecstasy as she felt the burrowing shaft behind her embed its massive full length inside her. Its smooth, spongy head brushed against the flat hardness of ser cervix, probing deep, deep where no one else, even her husband, had ever reached before. Long forgotten was any humiliation of bending like a slave before him while he fucked into her from behind, exuding his lust into her hungry, open crotch. As ever, only the obscene pleasure surging through her like a tongue of fire was all that mattered. She wanted to be fucked like this, had to be subjected to every lewd demand he could think of to satisfy her lust-wracked body.
"Bitch! Can you feel me deep in your belly?" Eli Baines spat at her hoarsely as the wild pressure commenced to mount rapidly in his balls. "Ooooh God, yes! It's good... good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, damn you... make me scream!" she wailed back at him.
He stretched the crevice of her ass even wider and caught at her anus with his fingers, jabbing thickly into it as his prick bulged and battered into her throbbing cunt. He heard her little scream, her gasping pain of ecstasy as he plunged his finger to the very palm of his huge hand. He could tell she was near completion now as she gurgled beneath him, skewering herself back onto his rampant cock and pummeling finger insanely, the choking sound coming from deep in her throat as though he could not govern it. He knew she was near and se continued his merciless thrusting with all of his strength.
"Oooohhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard... hard! Haaarrrrddddd!" she chanted, mumbling all of the obscene words that came to her mind spurring him on with her wanton back-thrusts. Wildly, she tossed her head from side to side, her long black hair an entangled mass as her eyes rolled frantically in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.
"Oh Christ...! I'm going to CUM!" she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "Yes... yesssss... NOW! NNNOOOWWWW!"
The huge man listened to her mumble on incoherently as he increased the rapidity of his brutal stroke, until the garbled noises coming from her throat were a mass of unintelligible, meaningless sounds. She heaved back her wide-spread buttocks and he tore loose his finger from her asshole making a lewd, hissing sound as he clutched savagely at her thighs once more and her stretched, pink vaginal slit was presented up to him for assault and use as he willed. He dug his fingers into her soft, white flesh cruelly as her buttocks squirmed and writhed in a wild uninhibited dance of abandon bliss. Her mouth hung wide open, the cords in her neck straining... and then, a low, weird scream suddenly wailed out of her, building slowly into a crescendo above the tempoed colliding of hot flesh slapping lewdly against hot flesh.
She held her breath for an interminable moment... then, expelled it as though struck in the belly with a mighty fist, her body collapsing on the floor beneath him, pulling free of his tortured prick, her thighs, buttocks, and the wet, pink open slit of her cunt quivering uncontrollably as she lay exhausted in the throes of her frenzied orgasm.
Eli Baines lay back, spreading his hairy thighs, his head resting against the front of the chair to give it a lifted, observing position. He waited, allowing her to rest a moment as always, pleased that he had educated her in the art of satisfying him properly. His own wife had been a complete failure; it had been the happiest day of his life when the police had come to tell him she had driven her car into a tree and broken her neck... purposely, he knew... and good riddance. Then, there had been others, of course, but none as young, voluptuous and lusty as this bitch who had tried to murder her husband when the fool had caught her in bed with him, Eli Baines, right here in this very house... and while the two of them had struggled, she had picked up her husband's deer-rifle and fired.
It hadn't been easy getting his body out of the house and carrying him into the woods, only to learn he was still alive, and in a panic she had run off for help while he had dropped him there to bleed and came back to the house and clean up, eliminating all traces of the blood in the house and on himself. In the end, it had been only his word, his position in Nineveh-Bend that had made her story hold water. He'd saved her, and he never let her forget it... but he might, he thought, chuckling to himself quietly, once he got his hands on the Mrs. Reverend... God, he was going to fuck that young preacher's wife like she never dreamed possible.
But she wanted both of them... that bastard preacher husband of hers as well. Damn his fire-and-brimstone soul! He'd cost him a pretty profit on that worthless parcel of land... and he was going to pay for that... just as his prim-and-proper lush blonde bitch of a wife was going to pay. God, what a body she had! He could just imagine it stripped... lying here before him the way this whore was right now. He chuckled to himself once more. They all paid eventually to Eli Baines... because he was a patient man... he could wait... but not any longer for release of his throbbing cock of his...
"All right," he growled. "You've had your five. Time for act two, lady."
Sara stirred, moving her head to look over at him and smile. "God, that was nice, Darling," she managed, sighing heavily. "How do you hold off so long?"
He grinned proudly. "Willpower, baby. Willpower and experience."
Lazily, she sat up, her dreamy, dark-eyes fastening on his still gigantic, upthrust rod of tense flesh and the great sac that hung beneath it amidst the mass of greying, pubic hair. In her young lifetime of men-and she'd known a few before Eli... before Luke Dexter in her twenty-seven-years-she had never imagined there could be such a man as this... so masculine, ugly, brutal... yet, so virile and fulfilling... God, she loved him... or hated... she was not certain which...!
"Would you like another martini first, Darling?"
"Yeah... make it a double."
She hopped up and went to the portable bar, quickly blending with only the faintest trace of vermouth as he liked them, and as she worked her eyes caught a glimpse of a movement outside the window through the inch or so separation of the drapes. Luke. The stupid imbecile. She had seen him several times peering through the windows, watching them at their love-making, but too far gone mentally to know what was going on. Suddenly, she smiled to herself. Maybe, watching them, she mused, would stimulate him and he would go down to the bam and shove that huge cock of his into the ass of the calf, the way she'd caught him the other, day. Cripes, she'd nearly died laughing...
"Come on, come on," Eli growled. "This goddamned thing isn't going to go down 'till you suck the life out of it" Sara laughed as she carried him his drink and knelt beside him. "I hope not," she said, cutely kissing him on the forehead. She wasn't pleased that he wanted to fuck Miriam Sheldon, but knew better than to air her jealousy. There'd been others she'd helped him seduce and nothing had come of them, nor would anything come of this stuck-up, blonde bitch. She slid down beside him and reached for his great cock in utter fascination. It jerked as her fingers encircled as far as they could around it, and she commenced to stroke it lovingly, drawing the thick foreskin back away from the massive, purple head, her eyes hungrily noting the few drops of clear, white lubricating fluid that had oozed v from the split orifice at its tip.
A tingle ran through her at the sight of the droplets and quickly she scurried between his legs, dropping her head to lash out with her tongue and lick them away. He groaned as she began to stroking him, sliding the loose thick flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that he had taught her. He gulped away his martini and sat the glass away from him as he watched her rise to her knees and hover over him on all fours, her face mere inches above the throbbing moist head of his cock. She held it tightly now, between both hands, stroking it with the soft, warm flat of her palms in a tantalizing up and down motion that caused his loins to almost mechanically and without conscious thought to undulate in time to the maddening cadence.
Her head dropped slowly, teasingly, toward the hardness of his shaft and then her tongue flicked forward, the tip once more boring sensuously into the wetness of the tiny split of its smooth, rubbery head. He sucked his breath in from the sensation, chills rippling along his spine, another groan escaping him as she set his sperm-wells into production once more. She lowered her mouth down completely, enclosing the whole of the pulsating, sensitive head in a warm, moist pressure. Her lips tightened as might an elastic band beneath the corona of its head, absorbing, engulfing, trapping it entirely within the warm, wet, cavern of her mouth.
"Damn!" he grunted, gaping down at her bloatedly contorted mouth. The mere sight of his rigid stem of flesh captured beyond her ovaled lips, as always, increased the sensation a thousand-fold. Christ, it was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like an icy telephone-pole on a winter's night along that part she had not yet sucked into her soft, moist lips. Now, she was massaging and tenderly caressing the velvety, resilient skin of his balls with one hand and stroking the base of his prick between thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck up and down with a lewd, hungry rhythm. He sensed the softness of her tongue twirling excitingly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, her tongue-tip teasing erotically over the tiny opening at its crest. He flexed his buttocks involuntarily, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below his heavy torso, and the sight of her labor made it all the more exciting for him.
Maybe, he'd buy her a new car... or something. She was a worthwhile wench. Now, if she could only seduce the reverend... and the Mrs. came tonight the way he expected her... Goddamn her, she better show tonight, or else...!
Sara felt the flexing of his muscles, the reaction of his huge body as she taunted this plexus that could peak her own pleasures beyond belief. Now, she began to suck his great prick a little harder, the edges of her small, white teeth gouging gently into the tensed muscled flesh, leaving tiny white paths where the blood had been scraped momentarily away from beneath the surface of the sensitive skin.
She was crouched low on all fours between his thighs and she slid her hands beneath his buttocks, cupping them into her small palms, drawing his loins up closer to her face. Her tongue lashed furiously in a circling motion about the still expanding glan, until Baines felt it reaching the exploding point, as suddenly, she managed to take nearly all of the long, thick cock deep into her mouth... even into her throat as he had forcibly taught her. He waited for her to choke, but she had progressed beyond that point and continued the maddening sucking on and on.
He stared at her in near disbelief, the length of his mighty instrument almost completely engorged in her mouth and throat, Goddamn! If he could get that blonde bitch this way! He'd ram her tonsils! He'd fill her belly with his load! She could scream for mercy but he'd bloat her goddamned insides with his sperm until she would think she was going to burst!
Now, great whirlpools of sensation were building deep, deep in his balls as he stared at her face working above his sweating loins. He saw little rivulets of perspiration running in thin drops from the sides of her luscious body as she strained over him like any whore fulfilling her price. The muscles of his belly, chest and loins tightened until he began to worry, as ever, over a heart seizure. Yet, he arched his back, shoving his pulsating rod even further between her moist, wildly sucking lips, and thin, pink ridges of flesh pulled from her mouth as it clung voraciously to his thrusting cock, driving him on.
He stiffened and began to groan, over and over again, his own mouth maneuvering crazily with incoherent babbles spluttering from between his clenched teeth. And then... it was there! He gasped! The time was now, and a vile, guttural sound started from somewhere in the depths of his entrails as he felt the hot, sticky sperm begin its insane rush from the vast reservoir of his balls and begin squirting in hot, pressured streams into her warm, sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed as she hungrily swallowed the teeming, flooding gushes emitting from him to keep from choking. She continued to suck wildly as he watched and emptied the white, seething sperm into her mouth. Cruelly, his hands tangled into her long, dark-hair and she moaned expectantly at his move as he held her head slavelike to the convulsions of his pumping loins, and he rammed his spewing cock all the way to her tonsils and beyond. She coughed sporadically while she swallowed to regain her breathing. Then, he grunted out his last spurts... alas, in final fulfillment, and slowly, his monstrous prick deflated in her mouth, even as she continued her gentle sucking, drawing each and every last drop of his warm, sticky sperm from his limp and battered cock.
When she had sucked and licked him dry to his satisfaction, Eli Baines let free of her hair and pushed her away.
"Was it nice, Darling?" she looked up at him and questioned as he arose and fell back into his chair.
"Satisfactory," he grunted. "Nothing spectacular."
She had begun a smile, but it faded. "I-I tried very hard to please you... "
Once more, he grunted as he made himself nakedly comfortable in the chair. He studied her and spontaneously, she brought up the back of her hand and slowly wiped away a string of his sperm that had dribbled to her chin. She was good, he thought, goddamned good. He said: "You want to please me, get out and get that fire-and-brimstone bastard here tonight... in the sack, you hear?"
"I-I hear."
"I want his ass nailed to a tree."
"I know, Darling. It will be."
She nodded from where she sat, spent and naked, "Tonight!"
upon the floor in front of him, her full breasts jouncing slightly with the effort. "I promise, my love," she said. "Tonight, it'll be... "
CHAPTER FOUR
Miriam had cleaned house, washed windows, even backed the car from the garage and hosed it off in an effort to keep her mind occupied, and the dreaded thought of the visit she must pay Eli Baines from making a total, nervous wreck of her. Accordingly, the result had been somewhat worth while, for she'd convinced herself that the man had little choice but to grant her an extension of time. After all, he did have the security of the brooch in his possession, and it was not as if she intended to cheat him in any way. Surely, he realized that. She was going to stretch the truth and tell him her mother was sending her the cash, but it would probably be another ten days or so
"What're you doing, Honey?" Peter asked, coming down the steps of the front porch toward her, smiling tightly, his hands on his hips, his inevitable white shirt, black tie combination accentuating his youthful handsomeness.
"Thought I'd rinse off the car," she said, smiling back at him, immediately conscious of her bare feet and legs, the old pair of worn-thin levis she had cut the legs from to make some rather short, shorts for working around the house in, and the-she supposed-too skimpy halter she'd slipped on because of the mugginess of the weather.
He cleared his throat meaningfully as he approached, and Miriam read the irritation in his expression. He said: "I think you're wasting your time... It's going to rain."
She looked up at the leaden-grey, overcast skies. Truly, she hadn't noticed. Her mind had been too preoccupied. She laughed. "It'll certainly rain now that I've washed it."
Peter cleared his throat once more. "Miriam... I-I wish you wouldn't come outside dressed... like that." He ran his tongue tip over his thin lips, his controlled agitation obvious to her. "It... it's just not befitting a preacher's wife, Darling, to... to go around... half undressed.."
"But I'm not half undressed!" she snapped back at him, unable to hold back her resentment of his constant bickering at her moral standards. And then, the tears came and she threw down the still turned-on hose and ran into the house.
"Damn!" Peter blurted aloud to himself, walking over to shut off the water and feeling the first drops of rain. Why was it he kept seeing this wantonness in her? And why did she have to go on taunting him with her flesh? It wasn't as if she hadn't had a good Christian upbringing... didn't know right from wrong... Certainly, she had to be aware that running around half naked was a reflection on him and his position... Or, was he once again venting the guilt of his own intended evil this night to come, by accusing her of some wrong doing? Damn! Damn! Damn!
He found her in their bedroom, lying across the bed, face down. He eased down beside her and slowly, gently, rolled her over. Her eyes were closed, swollen a little, but she'd stopped crying.
"Baby... I'm sorry," he said, bending down and kissing her lips tenderly.
Automatically, Miriam's arms slipped up around his neck, drawing him down upon her until her firm, full breasts pressed against his chest, the thin fabric separating their flesh unable to hide the hardness of her nipples as they dug into him. She kissed him warmly with partially open mouth, her lips moist and hotly suggestive to him.
"Oh, Peter, Peter... " she breathed heavily, sweetly, torridly into his face. "Darling... I love you... please... please... "
He didn't let her finish... couldn't, else, as sure as there was a God in heaven, he would have succumbed to his lust haunted body and dragged her down into the dregs of sin with him right then and there. Instead, he gently freed himself from her arms and sat up. He smiled and said: "Told you it was going to rain."
Miriam bit at her lower lip, clenching her small hands into fists, then slowly returning his smile. "Next time, I'll ask you before I wash the car."
He chucked her under the chin playfully. "From now on, I'll wash the car," he said. "You take care of the more delicate chores."
"Like chopping the wood and tilling the fields?"
"Sure... the woman's work," he said, grinning and getting up from the bed.
Miriam raised to a sitting position. "Is it raining hard?"
"Not yet, but it will."
"And I have to go out in it," she said, not looking at him.
"You do? Out where?"
"Oh, several of us ladies of the Benevolent Society are paying a visit to Ivy Emory," Miriam lied with certain nonchalance, as she got to her feet and went to her vanity, taking up her brush and running it through her long, silky, blonde hair. "You know, she's had a pretty difficult time of it since her husband passed away, and we girls have voted to see if there's anything we can do to help."
"Well... that's fine," Peter replied, watching her graceful movements hungrily. "I-I have choir practice tonight, you know... "
"Yes... I thought I could drop you off at the church and pick you up after. What time will you be finished?"
He'd walked to the doorway. Now, he paused, half turning. "I'm not sure. We might be a little late tonight. Why... why don't you just drop me off and if it's still raining after, I'll ask one of the people to drive me home. I'm sure they won't mind."
That was better, Miriam thought. She didn't know how long her mission would take with Eli Baines, but she wanted to be certain she had enough time. Once more, a shudder passed over her body at the thought of the task. She said: "All right... as long's you're sure you can get a ride home. I... I might be a bit late myself... "
* * *
By evening, the shower had developed into a full-fledged electric storm, and Miriam approached the eerie entrance way to Mansion House huddled in a raincoat and bent forward into the driving rain. Eli Baines, himself, answered the door, a lounging robe wrapped about his huge frame, the trace of a smile spreading his thick lips and baring his yellowed teeth in greeting.
"Well... Mrs. Reverend. 'Been expecting you. Come in."
Miriam hesitated, watching the big man step back inside to hold the door wide for her, his smile causing a cold chill to creep along her spine. Finally, she moved across the threshold and he closed the door behind her with an abrupt thud.
"Nasty night," he said, still smiling.
"Y-Yes, it is... Mr. Baines... I-I haven't got the money," Miriam gushed, not wanting to prolong the situation one more moment. She stood with her hands shoved deeply into her wet, coat pockets, the plastic rain piece she wore over her head and tied beneath her chin giving her an enticing, little girlish look she was not aware of.
"Ohhh...?" Eh Baines allowed his smile to disappear. "Well... better come with me," he ordered, turning and leading the way along the dark hall.
Miriam, again hesitant, fell reluctantly in behind him and was taken into a large, pleasantly furnished room where a fire burned in the Dutch tiled fireplace. Eli Baines lowered himself into a comfortable, overstuffed chair and pointed toward a davenport where Miriam eased herself down onto its cushioned edge.
"I-I'm terribly sorry," she began once more, "but things haven't worked out quite the way I expected them to. However, if you'll give me another thirty days I'm sure I'll have it for you, Mr. Baines."
The big man nodded his huge head. "You like a drink, Mrs. Reverend... maybe to warm you up?"
"No, thank you," she replied quickly, feeling his offer to be just a bit out of line. After all, she was a minister's wife...
"So... you can't meet the note, eh?" he said in his rough, guttural tones. "Well... And you want a renewal... Thirty days more, you say... What makes you think you can pay me then?"
"I-I'm sure I can. You see, I have this money coming from my mother... "
"You do, eh? What about the interest? Can you pay that?"
"The... the interest?"
"Yeah," he grunted. "Can you pay the interest? You do that and I'll think about renewing the note. Otherwise... I don't see how I can accommodate you, Mrs. Reverend."
A mild wave of panic welled up in her belly to spread quickly through her. Miriam swallowed with difficulty. She stared into his ugly, scarred face and once again saw the lecherous gleam in his blanched, hueless eyes as they shamelessly and without disguise stripped the clothing from her. Unconsciously, she drew her coat tighter about her and said: "The interest... it's as much as the principal... and I don't have it right now. But... but I assure you, Mr. Baines, my mother is sending me enough to take care of the whole thing... "
"Twelve-hundred dollars?" he said.
She stared at him. "T-Twelve-hundred... What do you mean?"
Baines shrugged. "You borrowed three, you pay back six in thirty days. Now, you tell me you can't pay and want another thirty days. That's six-hundred with interest... which makes twelve-hundred. Simple arithmetic, lady. Clear?"
"My dear God!" Miriam exclaimed. "Y-You can't mean it! Why... why, that's outright robbery!"
Baines grinned over at her. "You said that the last time, Mrs. Reverend, remember? I told you then... don't borrow, I said. Find another way. But you were insistent... and you signed the note. Now, lady... I've kept my part of the agreement... and I expect you to keep yours... one way or another."
There was some underlying, odious meaning to his words, but Miriam in her present bewildered state couldn't grasp it. She said: "Please, Mr. Baines, I tell you my mother is sending me the money... "
"And I repeat, twelve-hundred dollars?"
"Yes, yes... all right, twelve-hundred!" Miriam agreed desperately. "She's sending me two-thousand," she lied. "I'll pay you the moment it arrives... I swear I will."
The huge man shifted heavily in his chair. He grinned. "I'll consider it... providing I can talk to your mama and get her assurance the money's coming," he said, matter-of-factly.
Miriam gaped at him. "But... my mother's in Connecticut... "
"So... ? Call her and I'll talk to her;" She began by shaking her head, the frantic hopelessness of her situation suddenly beginning to completely overwhelm her. "N-No... no, I can't do that," she stammered at him. "You... you'll just have to accept my word for it."
Eli Baines chuckled quietly. "Your word, eh... ? So... Lady, I don't see as how you leave me any choice."
"What do you mean by that?" she shot at him anxiously.
Again, he shrugged his great, heavy shoulders. "I'll just have to go to the Reverend... "
"No!"
"No?"
"No, I said!" Miriam half-shouted, her hands trembling in her lap. "Listen to me... listen... Mr. Baines, don't you see... ? You can't go to Peter. He... he just wouldn't understand. My God! I don't know what it would do to him... to us. Please, you can't... I'll do anything... anything!"
Eli Baines lay his head back against the chair. Miriam couldn't detect the evil smile that tugged at his mouth, but it was there, hidden by practiced restraint and the sly wickedness of a countenance bred in subterfuge. Finally, he presented his most trained, benign smile. He repeated her word: "Anything, my dear?"
Miriam had dropped her eyes to her lap where her hands pulled nervously at one another. She hardly saw his finest, most tender, favoring expression, but heard his repetition of her emphatic pronoun "anything," clearly. She raised her eyes and witnessed the tail-end of his smile.
"A-Anything... W-within reason," she murmured helplessly.
"Hmmm, of course." He laughed. "So... undress then, Mrs. Reverend."
At first, his words didn't register. They did, but she was certain she had misinterpreted them.
"I... I beg your pardon?"
"I said... undress. Take your clothes off. Strip!" he said, leering then, almost brutally.
Miriam stared at him... this huge, ugly gargoyle of a human being who... who, somehow, had come to hold an upper-hand over her... was really and truly ordering her to strip naked...! A hundred, thousand, million thoughts were racing wildly through her brain! One tiny one explained that she was dreaming! Another screeched nightmare! They came and they went, these thoughts... holding up their placards for her mind's eye to read! She had to be completely enveloped in an utter, horrible conjuration of conscience! My God, it couldn't be true! It wasn't actually happening to her! Not really!
"Well?" he said, and in his hand was the brooch Peter, her own dear husband had given her. He was tossing it up and catching it, a grin of some salacious nature stretching his rubbery lips wickedly.
"Oh, my God," she heard herself groan. "You're... you're serious!"
Nineveh-Bend's wealthiest citizen grinned lewdly. "Never more so, lady... You want a renewal of your note? Fine. You pay the interest... otherwise, I go to your husband with this brooch. You can't pay it in cash... then, you fuck it off!
She listened to his statement, her mind reeling. But when he had spoke that final, filthy, decisive word, "FUCK," her senses had spiraled off onto another plain... and she felt the elasticity leaving her legs...
* * *
"Drink a little more," he was saying, and hypnotically she obeyed.
Seemingly hours later the room slowly came back into focus. She was lying outstretched... on a davenport, her coat and plastic kerchief removed, and the - great hulk of Eli Baines was resting on the edge beside her. His huge hand held a glass from which she had drunk. The strong spirits caused her tongue to tingle and there was a mild, pleasant burning at the base of her stomach. Suddenly, she felt quite strong.
"I-I fainted...?" she questioned as she sat up, drawing her bottom back beneath her.
"Yeah, you went a little dizzy on me."
I'm sorry... I'm terribly sorry. I... I don't know what hap... " She paused, as abruptly, pieces of muddled memories began to slowly fit together, then, she did remember.
"Here " Eli Baines said, holding the glass to her lips. "Drink. It's brandy... it'll help."
Miriam did... all of it. She clung to the back of the davenport for a moment, then swung her feet off to the floor. She said: "Did... did I understand you correctly, Mr. Baines?"
He cleared his throat "I'm sure you did."
"If... if I refuse to do what you ask... you'll go to Peter... my husband... and tell him everything?"
Baines sighed. "That's about the size of it lady."
Miriam shook her head slowly in disbelief. She stared at him, the first horror passed... still, she could not comprehend that he was serious, and yet looking at his licentious half-smile she knew that he had to be.
"You're saying that nothing except money right now... or my giving of myself to you physically is going to satisfy this indebtedness I have to you?" she heard herself question, shocked at her own words, but dear God, she had to know...!
Eli Baines chuckled lewdly. "You put it so refinedly, Mrs. Reverend. You almost make me feel like a lecher... but not quite."
"You are a lecher, Mr. Baines!" she threw at him contemptuously.
"Thanks," he leered. "That helps me make up my mind. Now, pay or strip, damn you! Otherwise, I go to your husband right now, this minute. No more goddamned nonsense!"
He stood like a great, massive giant before her and for the first time she realized that he wore little or nothing beneath his dressing gown, and she could see the heavy stirring bulge in front, below his protruding belly. She knew then; he had meant his horrible words. Dear God, God, God in heaven! What does a girl do now?
"I'm not fooling with you any longer, baby!" he barked at her. "Either you get off your ass and start shuckin' those clothes, or I go after that fire-and-brim-stone husband of yours..."
"All right, all right, I heard you!" Miriam cried, biting into her lower lip until she tasted her own blood. My God, she was trapped! No where to turn! No one to help her! Just her alone and this monster...! Time... she needed time! Stall... "May... may I have another drink first?"
Baines studied her for a moment, then he took up her glass and went to the bar, refilling it. He returned slowly. She sat at the end of the davenport, not fidgeting with her hands any longer, her beautiful face impassive, yet, aware of all that he had spoken, and suddenly for the first time, he knew that he had won... no matter what else was to come in between. He dropped down beside her heavily, handing her the drink.
Miriam's entrails revolted at his nearness. She wanted to vomit She mumbled silent prayers as she sat there staring off at nothing. Dear God! Dear God! Dear God! Then, she raised the glass to her lips and drained its contents, the brandy burning at her throat and belly like raw, liquid fire, causing tears to dampen her eyes. At last, she looked up into the huge, scarred face of this ogre and he clutched her to him and kissed her. My God! She felt his lips repulsively hot and wet upon her own! The filthy monster! He kissed her again, his tongue, wet and thick, crashing into her mouth between her soft, tender lips, brushing and exploring madly around the inside, and suddenly she was almost overwhelmed by the odor of his sweat mixed with cheap cologne and the unbelievable, overpowering bulk of his great body. But then, too, came a spontaneous, unwanted and unfathomable tingling sensation that seemed to course through her whole being! Satan! Oh dear Jesus! Have mercy upon me, a sinner!
"You want another drink?" she heard him ask as he eased from her, releasing her once more.
"Y-Yes... yes. I'd like that," she managed, the first effects of the alcohol beginning to make itself known as the stimulant raced wildly through her blood stream. Surely, she was going to have to be numb beyond any reasoning whatsoever to carry through with this nightmare!
He stood and went away, talking from the bar. "How old are you, Miriam?"
Miriam... Miriam! He called her by her first name as if he had known her a lifetime. "I'm old enough to drink, if that bothers you," she replied sharply.
She heard him laugh. God almighty, he was absolutely huge coming toward her, the little glass in his hand. Oh, Peter, Peter... what else can I do? I've got to protect you... our marriage... I love you, Peter, my darling... I...
"This is absinthe. Kind of a lickerish taste. I think you'll like it," he was saying.
"I-I'm not a drinker... Mr. Baines. I don't want to drink... unless you insist on doing this horrible thing to me... "
"Rest assured, baby, I insist," he cut her short.
"You're... you're going to rape me."
"Rape?" he sneered. "What's rape? You know any of the statistics on that little word... rape?"
"I'm a minister's wife. You know that too, Mr. Baines."
He continued to sneer at her. "You're just a broad who borrowed money from me. You can't pay it back according to the agreement you signed. I could go to your husband and get it... either that, or make it goddamned hot in this town for both of you. These people would probably ride you out on a rail when I got finished, and that'd wash-up the Reverend from ever getting another church... "
"Stop it! Stop... please!"
"I loan money and I collect it, baby," he hissed emphatically. "That's all I'm interested in... except when it comes to you. You've got something I might settle for... that lovely little round ass of yours."
"Oh, God, stop, please... You don't have to talk that way," Miriam pleaded, he face flushing at the vile reference to her body.
Baines chuckled gleefully. "All the same, it's your decision, Honey. Now, you make it."
Miriam groaned almost inaudibly. What choice did she have? She thought of Peter at that very moment in the church with his choir. He was so proud... his very own church - Lord, she had done all things contrary to the expected, sedate helpmate of a preacher. She had, in the short time she had known him, come as close to destroying him as possible, but now she must save him... even at the cost of her own self. Her angel, darling, Peter! She loved him so very, very much... tried to make him know and understand... And now, here she sat, compromised to the fullest extent. Perform, the monster was saying! Perform, or else I will annihilate your darling husband... and truly, dear God, what else mattered except her Peter... ?
Again, she lifted her glass, emptying it and holding it out to him once more.
"Another?" he grinned.
"Yes."
He came close and took her glass. "They say that absinthe lasts the longest of all aphrodisiacs... the effects, I mean," he said down to her.
"Aphrodisiac?"
"Yeah... sure. That's what you're drinking, sweetheart."
Oh, God...! There must be another way. Please? Please, help me? Must I give myself to this brute like some... some common slut? she thought desperately, even as the first prurient agitations began to salaciously taunt her loins and she realized that she was rubbing her buttocks down into the cushion of the davenport in search of relief. Let me go home to my Peter let me give my love to him... ?
Eli Baines returned with her drink and caught at her hand, pulling her gently to her feet. "Come on," he whispered. "Back where it's more comfortable... " He slipped his arm about her slender waist drawing her tightly against him as they walked.
Once more, the gentle touch of his hand set off erotic sensations that rippled through her excitedly. Oh God! Oh Christ! What was happening to her? She was going willingly... almost anticipating with pleasure whatever was to come!
* * *
By the time they had reached the room where he was taking her, Miriam found that she was so emotionally upset from the drinks she had rapidly gulped down, and the horrible entrapment she had blindly allowed herself to stumble into, that she hardly knew where she was going or what she was doing. It was not until she saw the bed and heard the door closed and locked behind her that she suddenly realized the full hopelessness of her situation, and the vile, repulsive idea of another man making love to her practically caused her to scream. Somehow, she had to get out of there! Away from this monster and the mess she had gotten herself into before it was too late!
She spun about and ran to the door, pulling at the knob with every bit of strength she could muster... but it wouldn't give. It was locked!
Eli Baines snickered from his position behind her, watching her useless struggles, until at last, she fell against the barrier and began to sob... helplessly.
"Please... oh, please, Mr. Baines... don't do this awful thing to me. I swear... I'll pay you every dime. I'll even give you the entire two-thousand dollars my mother is sending me... "
"No good, Mrs. Reverend," he hissed, a cold, cruel grin stretching his thick lips. "I believe in that old adage, 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush'." He chuckled lewdly. "And speaking of bushes, let's see what the one covering that little cunt of yours is like."
"Oh, please... please... don't say those filthy things," Miriam pleaded, even as once more at the sound of his lewd words the strange, exciting sensations trickled through her.
"Honey, that's the trouble with you misguided do-gooders," he spat at her. "You're afraid to call a cunt a cunt, or that thing that hangs between a man's legs a cock. And baby, believe me, that's all there is, 'cause when you put them both together you've got the best thing in life you an get... a good fuck. And that's what you're going to get, sweetheart... because I'm going to fuck you and fuck you good!"
Miriam could do nothing but stare at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe the things... the filth he was spewing at her. God in heaven, how could such a foul, obscene beast dare stand there and speak to her like this? He was a loathsome monster!
"All right, baby. I've waited long enough. The time's come. Strip, damn you! I want to get my hands on those hot little titties of yours... and I mean now!"
Miriam slammed herself back against the door, as if she were trying to melt into it, and then she saw him untie the belt of his robe, open it, and shake it off to the floor. Lord God! She wanted to clutch her eyes shut to shield off the repulsive horror of his gross, nude body exposed before her, but she feared that he might lunge at her and instead, she stared at him in repugnant awe. Her eyes gaped sickeningly at his white, sagging, hairy flesh and his thick, hard shaft spearing out from beneath the overhang of his swollen stomach. He grinned at her, and as she watched, he began manipulating the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin of the blunt, massive thing, back and forth over its huge, lust-hardened head.
"Fascinate you, baby?" he said, grinning, delighting in this brutal torment he was forcibly subjecting her to.
Still, she stared at him, but in utter disbelief. New little fires of brutality she had not before seen had begun to dance in his dull, leaden eyes. He was foul... foul!
"Please... " she whimpered feebly.
Baines laughed with obscene relish, "You husband, the most holy fire-and-brimstone Reverend got a cock like this one, sweetheart?" he leered tormentively, enjoying the horrified, contorted expressions of sheer apprehension flashing across her beautiful face and nearly paralyzing her.
Miriam tried to speak, but couldn't. She was petrified, as if glued to the door, her mind reeling once more as she watched this filthy brute stroke himself shamelessly before her. Yet, even as he gaped in her mesmerised state, she could hardly believe the size of the immense, fleshy instrument he held in his hand.
It was overwhelmingly long and thick! Mother of God! How could any woman ever endure such a thing entering her? It would surely split her apart!
Baines couldn't remember when he had enjoyed anything so much. Her gorgeous helpless eyes were fastened on his growing cock as if they'd been riveted there. He read the fear in them and knew what she was thinking. Suddenly, he guffawed loudly... and started toward her.
"Don't! D-Don't come near me!" Miriam blurted, scraping her long nails against the grain of the door behind her. Oh God, there's no way out! He's going to rape me with that horrendous thing... no matter what I say or how I plead! Oh Lord, it'll kill me...!
"I told you, bitch, I've waited long enough. Either you shed 'em... or I'll do it for you!"
Through alcohol-glazed eyes, Miriam continued to stare at him, standing, still frozen against the door, all hope gradually draining from her. How could she fight such a huge monster? She was defenseless, alone... completely at his mercy to do with as he pleased.
Suddenly, he reached out and caught hold of her in his giant hand, jerking her to him and enfolding her like a child inside his powerful arms. He clutched her face viselike in one hand and clamped his wet mouth down onto her own, once more plunging his tongue deep into the warm, moist cavern between her lips, until for a moment she feared she would choke on it. She stood helplessly against him, feeling the hardness of his thick member gouging into the tender softness of her belly. Then, one last trace of fight came alive inside her, but she put it aside, realizing the futility of the move as his strong fingers dug into the flesh of her face and arm.
"Unnhhh, that's better," he grunted into her mouth hotly. "You're coming along now. In a little while I think you'll be ready to fuck."
Miriam winced at the sound of the foul word as well as the thought it implied, and then she was aware of hands moving over her body toward the strategic zipper in the back of her dress. He was not gentle as he tugged it downward to the tops of her buttocks, letting the cool air rush in to brush against her trembling skin. Then, he pawed it from her shoulders, helping it slip down over the full contours of her breasts and hips, his breathing increasing in heavy rasps against her face. Her own breath caught in her throat as next, he fumbled with the fasteners of her bra, until it too fell away and she heard him gulp heavily in lusty appreciation as he dropped it to the floor and her full, sensuous breasts were unleashed nakedly before him.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, as she clenched her eyes tightly shut and his rough, giant hands cupped and squeezed them ruthlessly, until he had worked the throbbing pink nipples into berrylike hardness. "Damn! You're a luscious bitch, baby... a luscious bitch!"
Desperately, Miriam fought at the sensations his crude hands had perversely aroused within her. She could not understand this weakness that would let her feel the tiniest minute pleasure at this loathsome creature's touch. And then... he had dropped to his knees before her, his hot, vulgar breath against her naked stomach, and she reeled above him as she felt him tug away at her half-slip, then felt his hands caressing her thighs, softly, slowly, his raspy breathing the only sound in the room. Oh God! Oh God! His fingers slid inside the waistband of her nylon panties, pulling them slowly down over the soft swell of her round, full buttocks, and down the white, ivory columns of her long well tapered legs.
Then, suddenly, she was naked!
It was done! She was stripped and stood before him completely nude, like some common whore... and he on his knees panting lustfully before her. What now? Pray God? What now? A shock of revulsion soared through her as she felt his thick, wet lips come in contact with the cringing flesh of her belly, yet, once again, the act sent an uncontrollable chill of excitement whirling madly through her tortured brain and she was forced to reach down and grab his head to keep from losing her balance.
Eli Baines mistook her action for the surrender he knew was bound to come, and abruptly he lowered his goal, letting his lips play in the soft golden curls of her pubic hair, while his thumbs teasingly spread the tender, sensitive outer lips of her cunt sensuously apart and his tongue shot into her moist, pink slit in furious exploration.
Miriam cried out, her body convulsing at the sudden, shocking touch of his tongue tip with the tiny bud of her almost virginal clitoris, and she stumbled backwards, the bed catching and breaking her fall. But she had landed with her legs splayed wide apart and Eli Baines plunged forward to take advantage of her position, as desperately she kicked to draw her thighs together. But, he clamped the palms of his sweating hands against the soft insides of the smooth white columns and held her just as she had fallen.
Now, her eyes were open in utter terror and disbelief and she raised her head to see him haunched on all fours between her wide-spread thighs; he looked up at her to see that she stared at him between her full, erect breasts; he grinned, his yellowish teeth glaring at her, like some mad, wild monster about to suck the life from it's defenseless quarry. Before him, lay a feast, offered up to him on the golden tray of her still near-chaste loins, the pink, dewy flesh of her naked vagina causing the saliva to dribble along his lust-filled tongue. He felt the rigidity of her body as she seemed to try to burrow into the mattress and he wondered if her humiliation was yet complete. He hoped not. There was much more to come! And then, while she watched, he let his tongue slowly circle his lips, as if in nervous preparation for the defilement about to take place.
He lay the palms of his hands high on the insides of her thighs right at their juncture point, so that with his thumbs he could manipulate the soft, velvety lips of her hair lined cunt. Then, slowly, almost torturously, he spread the ragged, pink flanges open to him, until its jeweled, flushed delicacy Jay exposed completely to the mercy of his lust-inflamed eyes. He drank of it greedily for a long moment, its almost virginal beauty delighting him, until he could no longer endure the abstinence and he lowered his head, thrusting the full length of his wet, salacious tongue into the quivering warm depths of her vagina.
"Oh my God! Ohhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh... what are you doing to me." Miriam wailed beneath the perverse assault. Her buttocks ground helplessly down into the swaying mattress in its effort to escape the animal attack upon her covert womanhood. Again, her head jerked upward from the bed, gaping in sheer, disbelieving horror at this nightmare the evil man was making a reality. And as the maddening, electrifying jolts of sensation were screaming through her, she watched his head bob up and down in depraved ritual between her defenseless legs below.
"My God!" she cried aloud. "It can't be happening! No... no, not to me! Oh, Peter, Peter...!"
She continued to groan and wail aloud to herself in crazed, abject humiliation, her lovely blonde head tossing from side to side as Eli Baines introduced horrible forbidden pleasures into her unwilling, dilating cunt. Yet, even in her complete revulsion, shame and terror, his lashing tongue violating her defenseless genitals was causing unknown flashes of delight to swirl erotically in her belly, and although she lay with arms limp at her sides, her fingers clenched into balled little fists and her breasts rippled pleasurably from the pummeling her body was enduring. Then, she felt his hands creeping upward toward those breasts, finally, enveloping them warmly, tightly within their vast strength, the fingers of one hand playing maddeningly at her pink nipple to punish and harden it cruelly, while the other waited its turn. And all of the time, his mouth and tongue labored furiously within the open split of her moist, pink cunt, his eyes watching and dancing with evil, lurid pleasure at the twistings of her face up between the proud, quaking mounds of her breasts.
Oh God, God, God! Don't let me give in to this animal! Please, please... don't let me!
Miriam lay, strainingly controlling her body beneath the wild and debauched outrages he was subjecting her to. She was helplessly trapped, but she still had her mind! She would submit because there was no other course open to her; yet, even though she was nearly overcome with her own humiliation and shame, she vowed she would keep her pride. She wouldn't give in to him! Never! Never! Oh, Peter... forgive me! My God, forgive me, but I'm doing it for us...! She thought this as she heard the lewd, wet sucking sounds Eli Baines was making at her crotch. Dear Lord! I pray You give me the strength to endure this... to face my beloved Peter again... even after allowing this filthy beast to subject my body to such defilement. I beg You, Lord. I beg You!
He was destroying her decency as she had never dreamed possible, humiliating her beyond any human imagination... and there was nothing she could do but lay immobile before him, hoping to God that soon he would satiate himself... have his evil fill. Oh... why, why had she been such a fool? Her greed for worldly things had brought this upon her... and upon her unsuspecting husband. As if a lie to Peter wasn't enough, she had come to this lust-crazed beast, involving herself even more! Oh God, where could she turn! What could she do? She was completely helpless!
She saw his eyes... blazing little beads of degeneracy fixed upon her face as he kept on with the wild, tormenting thrusts into her excited vagina. She knew he was gloating in the tears that were dribbling along her cheeks and she turned her head from him, making every effort possible to hold her body in a rigid stillness.
Bitch! thought Eli Baines. Fight it, damn you, but I'll win in the end, he mused with confidence, driving his tongue up into her now expanded passage as deeply as he could. Before I'm finished with you, you'll crawl to me... beg to suck my cock, damn you! Now, he brought his hands down and shoved them beneath her knees, lifting and pushing them up over her torso until the kneecaps grazed her breasts, exposing the whole panorama of her wet, open crotch to his lust-filled sight. Take this, you bitch, he thought, flicking the tip of his tongue into the tiny puckered, hole of her anus, just a mere inch or so below the now quivering mouth of her cunt.
Miriam could not withhold the moan her lungs forced from inside her at the wet, seething contact of his tongue with the tender, impulsive, tight opening so helplessly exposed to him. She clenched her eyes closed, baring her teeth, fighting the lewd wave of excitement it sent racing through her. He licked again and again and again, until she moaned uncontrollably.
"Please... Oh, God, Please don't... don't!" she babbled whimperingly, writhing and twisting in an effort to jerk the sensitive orifice away from his torturing tongue licking mercilessly like some animal at her defenseless, naked rectum. But he didn't stop. Instead, his tongue followed her movements as she tried to screw herself down into the mattress, and he laughed vilely, stabbing further into the tight, spongy ring.
"Aaaaaggghhh," she groaned once more, unable to control the gooseflesh that raised upon her belly, inner thighs and throbbing breasts.
Once more, she began to weep beneath his lewd assault, until, almost spontaneously, in spite of her vows, her repugnance and hatred of this filthy monster defiling her... she knew her body was betraying her. Her bottom lurched involuntarily before his violating attack, the insane fermentations it created sending debilitating, spine-tingling shocks bursting through her now raw nerves.
"Oh Jesus! Don't desert me! Don't let me give in! I can't! I can't!" she wailed aloud and he listened, grinning satanically, and his tongue continued its mad, unrelenting play at her helpless genitals.
Abruptly, she was aware of her loss of control, and she cried aloud again with her shame and humiliation. Not only at the mere thought, or at the realization of the obscene adultery she was committing with this filthy pig... but the most fearful and degrading anxiety of all... her body was suddenly enjoying it!
She clenched her teeth tightly, her hands into fists, even her toes curled beneath her tiny feet ,fighting with everything she had against the searing, agitating sparks that she knew, unless somehow they were smothered, would burst into that ungovernable flame and destroy her in her helplessness.
Oh God, how can I stop him? How? How? she floundered as Eli Baines purred and licked incessantly at her open, wet loins below. Oh... Oh... I can't... I can't control it any longer! I can't, dear God! Wildly, her sexually aroused body began to tremble and jerk convulsively, until, of a sudden, she sensed it falling into a rhythmic, wanton performance, and she found herself helplessly pressing her soft, hair-lined cunt salaciously up against his eager tongue. Her own hands moved without her willing them so, until her fingers were entangled in his greying hair and she moaned deeply, suggestively, all memories suddenly wiped from her mind, even her humiliation... with nothing mattering any longer but the irresistible erotic pleasures saturating her whole naked being... as if she had been immersed in one single, great bath of delicious, prickling fire.
Eli Baines knew the feeling of crumbling strength... and of submissive surrender. He grinned almost diabolically. Then, he plunged his thick, wet tongue into the attainable depths of her clasping vagina once more .He hurried his face in her taunted, wet, quivering cunt, revelling in the soft silkiness of her gilded pubic hair brushing so teasingly against the tip of his nose and the flesh of his cheeks as she circled her buttocks pressuringly in a lazy, almost mesmerized tempo, up against his face. She belonged to him now, he exulted, just as he knew she would, and he watched elatedly the pleasure-pain... agony-delight of her lovely twisted face as her eyes closed tightly, and her lips drew back exposing the white, even line of her teeth in a lewd, obscene picture of ultimate animal like ecstasy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sara Dexter had foreseen anything but an easy time of it in her planned seduction of the Reverend Peter Sheldon. She had fore-schemed a slate of answers and maneuvers, endeavoring to anticipate his every possible evasion of her programmed, delicate entrapment. And to say the least, she was looking forward to the delightful little game with keen, sensual relish... the handsome, virile figure the preacher cut being more than somewhat palatable to her lusty, carnal appetite.
Even more important than her own desires, however, was her realization that there was no room for failure in the brutal realm of Eli Baines. She had done his bidding, playing the role of his wanton mistress for two years now, but it hadn't taken a fraction of that time to learn her humiliating, debased, enslaved part, nor the consequences once she failed to perform. The beast-man, whom, occasionally she thought she loved, was a hard, cruel taskmaster. Several times, she'd been thrown to the wolves as minor punishment for little offenses he had dreamed up... the "wolves" being a pack of iniquitous, big-city racketeers who came to Mansion-House secretly by night at several intervals a year, transacting some nature of business, and the punishment amounting to active participation in an almost unbelievable orgy, with only herself, and sometimes, one or two other girls to satisfy a half-dozen or so sadistic, sex-mad men.
At first, it had been a horrible experience, but she couldn't truly say that she hadn't enjoyed subsequent occasions... once she'd gotten the hang of it, so to speak. In fact, maybe she was looking forward to this one coming up over-zestfully and Eli had read her mind... Anyway, she was considerably upset over the obvious designs he had placed on that blonde bitch, Miriam Sheldon, and it annoyed her to think that maybe he wasn't going to treat her the way he had the others she had helped him seduce. For this private reason, if no other, she'd vowed to herself that she would do an extra special job on the good Reverend Peter... one that Miriam Sheldon was going to have a hell of a time duplicating. And surprisingly enough, she decided, as they jogged from the church in the rain toward her car, it didn't appear as if she was going to have to use any of her carefully worked out schemes after all.
Several times during choir practice, she had managed to brush against him strategically, and once she was certain she bad felt his prick give a leap when she'd let the back of her hand innocently ride against it. And then, when she'd told him of the new sheet music she had just received in the mail for the cantata they would perform at Christmas time, he'd shown unusual interest, claiming that he would like to see it. So, her invitation that he accompany her home after had fallen right into place nicely. In fact, she decided suddenly, if she were clever enough, she just might be able to get him between her legs this very afternoon.
* * *
Peter felt like a real life Jekyll-Hyde as he rode beside Sara Dexter up the hill toward Mansion-House. He found it difficult to speak; his throat was tight and dry, and his muscles were tense. Even his evil member was rigid in this insane, uncontrollable lust that he had been forcing himself to endure rather than lewdly violate his Miriam, until he was certain he would lose his mind if he didn't find release soon. Since Sara had accidentally touched him there, it had burst into a state of throbbing stiffness, and although he had been gradually overcoming his planned evil desire to vent his passion with her, once the contact had been made there was no hope.
Sara Dexter was his Delilah... and he had to have her this night! God forgive him, but he had to have her!
"You're not saying very much, Reverend," Sara Dexter spoke as she swung into the second driveway of Mansion-House, the one that avoided the front entrance and approached the rear. "Is something bothering you?"
"Bothering me... ? No, of course not... I... I was just thinking of something I have to take care of, that's all. I'm sorry ..He managed a smile over at her in the semi-darkness. "The rain... it's let up a little, hasn't it?"
"A bit, but it's still falling pretty hard. I'll get as close to the door as I can so we won't get drenched."
Peter watched her maneuver the vehicle expertly, until they were only a few steps from the darkened entrance into this wing of the old house. "Your... your husband, Luke... Will he be waiting for you?"
She turned off the ignition and withdrew the key, looking over at him in surprise. He could still see her face in the faint light from the dash.
"Luke? Oh no, of course not. I have my own separate apartment. The doctor feels it's safer all around if Luke... poor darling... if he's kept to himself." She lowered her head and sniffled lightly, touching at her nose with the back of her hand. "You know... it's not easy, Reverend... being without a husband... a man... at my age... " Then, she seemed to take hold of herself. "Lord, what am I saying? Please... please forgive me... ? I'm terribly sorry... "
"No, no... that's all right," Peter said, quickly taking her hand inside his own, its soft, warm smoothness instigating a shock of excitement to soar through his tense body forbiddingly. "That's... that's what we ministers are for... " He managed a trembling smile. "To confide in... to... to comfort the afflicted... help share their... your burden. Please, Sara... go on. Perhaps, talking about it will help."
Sara felt his hand quivering as it squeezed her own unnecessarily, and she sensed the thin film of perspiration lining the palm. It was then that the first sensation of what she was now certain would inevitably follow tingled in her belly and rippled along her spine.
"Wh... What's to say... when you no longer have a husband... a man... and you're only twenty-seven years old? And... and sometimes... it's as if my whole body is aflame with its sinful desire... " she stammered, then again lowered her head as though in shame. "Oh God... forgive me, Reverend Sheldon. I'm... I'm letting my pent up emotions run away with me. I shouldn't be saying such awful things to you... to anyone... "
"Of course, you should... I mean, to me, you should," Peter blurted. "God knows, it's normal enough to... to be filled with desire. After all, Sara, you're a human being, one of His own creatures. It's the very way He made you, isn't it?"
"Y-Yes... yes, I suppose it is... but I never thought of it that way," she replied softly. "I mean - when a girl has lost the companionship of her husband... her mate... and I might as well be without one... in that way... what's she to do, Reverend?"
Peter squeezed her hand tighter. A lump had risen into his throat and his mouth felt so dry that he was certain he could spit cotton. "W-Well... she should pray yes, she should pray hard, Sara. And... and the Almighty, in His mercy, will give her the strength... or... or maybe, even send her someone... "
"Oh, Reverend... I've prayed and prayed... alone in my bed at night... my body all a quiver with its need... " she said in a low, vibrant whisper that made the hair at the back of his neck stand on end. "If... if only He would send me someone... someone young and strong... like you... "
"L-Like me...?"
"Oh yes... like you, Peter... "
"Damn!" Peter grunted as he reached for her, drawing her inside his arms, his brain whirling madly, and he raised her face almost brutally with his hand as his mouth closed greedily upon hers. He held to her face and ran his lips over it, and then his tongue.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" he kept repeating, and then his hands began moving all over her beneath her coat, squeezing and cupping her full, erect breasts, caressing her buttocks, clutching at her waist and stroking her back, while his tongue slipped between her receptive Lips to explore the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
But suddenly, her hands were between them, pressing against his chest and she was twisting her head in order to get free of him.
"Oh, Peter, Peter... what are we doing?" she breathed huskily. "No... no, it's wrong... wrong."
He grunted an unintelligible sound and hauled her back against him roughly, his one hand holding her while the other roamed over her body. He fumblingly undid the buttons of her blouse while he panted heavily and slid his hand inside to again cup the warm, thin fabric fullness of her now excitedly heaving breasts.
"Oh God, I can't stop now," he hissed at her, his lips finding her own once more, and this time her small tongue darted into his mouth excitedly. "Oh Christ ,.he groaned around it as his hands worked the cups off her breasts... and then he felt her hand in his lap, tugging at the zipper of his trousers, and slipping inside as she moaned into his mouth and he felt her fingers encircle his penis and draw it from his pants. He gasped at the cool pressure of her fingers surrounding the rigid, sticky flesh, wet with the lubricant from his lust, and he sighed chokingly as she commenced to stroke and caress it tenderly.
"Peter... Peter... we must be mad... "
"No, no," he breathed heavily. "We... we need each other... that's all... we need each other this way... "
"But... but your wife, Peter...?"
"No! Don't mention her!" he ordered sharply. "You hear? Don't mention her again...!"
"Oh... Peter... I don't know... it's wrong," Sara said, cleverly feigning her distraught emotions, but then his hand was moving beneath her skirt to the heat of her soft, smooth thighs,, and she no longer had to pretend a quiver in her voice Or a quickening of breath. It moved along the nylon of her stocking to her naked, hot flesh and his prick jumped in her hand as his loins began to push in rhythm with her stroking, until it occurred to her that she better get him inside before it was too late. "Darling... darling," she hissed into his ear. "Let's go inside if... if we're going to do it... Not here... like this... "
"Wh... what... inside?" Peter stammered, his passion blinded brain numbing his entire sense of reasoning. "Yes... yes, inside... let's go in quickly."
Sara let her hand slip farther down to encase the velvety flesh of his testicles, drawing her sharp fingernails beneath them, then pinching his cock at its base once more as she kissed him then eased away from him entirely. "Come darling, come make love to me... " she whispered throatily. "Please hurry... I want you to fuck me so badly...!"
"Yes! Oh Christ, yes! I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you...!" Peter grunted frenzily, the lewd words rolling almost unconsciously from his mumbling lips..:.
CHAPTER SIX
Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Peter's young, helplessly trapped wife no longer pretended at retaining the slightest measure of control over her sensually inflamed body, now writhing and jerking before the unbending torment of Eli Baines' lashing tongue. Her whole naked being was alive with great swirling pressures from the tips of her curling toes along her long, smooth legs to her trembling loins, and rippling through her genitals like one titanic wave of ecstasy, then moving up over and through her quivering belly to her swollen, throbbing breasts, only to traverse down her spine once more to again re-enact the erotic circle.
She lay, yet, with her head raised from the bed, watching down through her upraised thighs the delighted face of her obscene ravisher, her hands clutched viselike about his bobbing head in a wanton effort to draw the chastising whip of his tongue deeper into the warm, moist depths of her open loins. She had lost all track of time in the tormenting throes of his continual sucking at her vagina... and then, suddenly it ceased and he forced his head from her grip, kneeling up slowly between her helpless widespread thighs.
Immediately, she dropped her head limply back down to the bed and rolled it away so that in her complete debased, humiliation of lying beneath him entirely exposed and defenseless, she would not have to look into his cruel, lascivious face. And slowly, the abominable weakness of her betraying body raised the tears to her eyes once more, bringing back reality.
"Now, sweetheart, I'm going to fuck you," he leered down at her. "Yeah... like you've never before in your life been fucked... and you know what? You're going to wind up loving it... Yes mam, I'll just bet you love it."
Miriam still looked away from him, but her heart pounded in her chest as she lay unmoving, her soft, white thighs spread wide under him, her pink, wet, vulnerable pussy available to his slightest whim. Her belly quaked in its fear, as though he had already forced the long, thick penis jutting out from his hairy loins into the painful depths of her. The mere thought sent a tremor of sheer horror to register in her brain, not only for the vile sin itself, but from the agonizing anticipated suffering the inhuman instrument was bound to inflict upon her. She had looked close enough at herself to know that accommodating such a wicked thing was impossible for her. Perhaps she was smaller than other women, she didn't know, but as certain as there was night and day, he would split her... rip her wide open if he tried to put that huge lust-hardened instrument into her!
And then, he bent down from above her supine form, lowering his evil face slowly until his lips parted and he sucked a pink, hard nipple into his mouth, his lips spreading to encompass even a generous portion of the proud, white, firm flesh, and suddenly she felt his teeth sink into the sensitive, erect bud. She groaned aloud with the pain and tried to push his huge face away, but he held her tight, while his hands taunted the softness of her thighs, hips and buttocks, until discouragedly, she relaxed her struggles and to her dazed fascination there began little prurient, tweaking sensations at her loins below, causing her to fall into a light, turbulent grinding with her soft, naked buttocks.
"Lady, you're getting more ready and ready," he drooled as his lips slobbered over those sensitive parts of her upper body. "That little pussy of yours is going to be screaming for it in a minute... and I'm going to fuck you like you've only dreamed of it. Once I give you a taste of this cock of mine, though, I don't know what the poor Reverend's ever going to do to please his sweet little .wife again."
He chuckled lewdly at his own words while Miriam felt her body cringe at the filth he spewed at her. Yet, even as the inherent reactions took place in her body, she realized that their very lewdness caused her excitement to increase and she loathed herself for this, fighting even the intangibles now to keep from admitting final subjugation to this ugly monster.
"All right, sweetheart, you've waited long enough," he taunted. "Spread those luscious legs wide, 'cause daddy's going to fuck hell out of you now."
Her breath lodged in her throat, as above her she read his grin of triumph, and she whined aloud in both fear and desire... at the same time answering his command to spread her thighs. He came up over her, his arms two giant pillars on either side of her shoulders; she then saw one hand disappear down between them; she held her breath as the thick, rubbery head of his huge throbbing cock parted the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her cunt. Again, she rolled her head to one side, clutching her eyes tightly shut, and a tremor fluttered through her, then, all of a sudden, she felt the gentle galvanic tangency of it inside the frayed lips of her still wet cunt. The breath she still held wadded in her throat, as she lay beneath him in total surrender, fearing to release it less the unknown torment of horrible uncontrolled desire suddenly overwhelm her. He pressed downward and forward with an ease she would never have expected of him. Even so, the first actual contact with the mouth of her vagina caused her to wince inwardly and moan.
"Ooooohhh," she whimpered as the huge head pressured further against the tight elastic opening between her widespread thighs.
Once more.
"Aaaaaggghhh," she cried, as suddenly the tip slipped inside just beyond its coronal rim and she really sensed the first cruel stretching of the tight, rubbery opening in her crotch. My God... it was just as she had feared! Her thighs were splitting apart from the continuing, expanding pressure! He was going to rip her open!
He moved once more and she screamed at him. "Oh, Jesus God! No... no! You're tearing me! I'll bleed to death! Stop! Please stop!" She continued to scream at him as she fastened her eyes in abject terror onto his leering, evil face, now caught in a sadistic grin over her. Dear God! He wants to kill me! He's doing this knowing that he'll rip me and I'll bleed to death! And he's delighting in it! He's grinning... watching me suffer . purposely making this slow, cruel penetration!
Miriam stared up at him in utter horror... until she saw the grin leave him abruptly, giving way to an expression of clear lust and she whimpered aloud.
"Oh no! No... please don't do it to me...!"
It struck the huge man suddenly. He could no longer play with this innocent, young preacher's wife so helplessly splayed out with her legs open wide beneath him. Even he had a limit... and it was not just the head of his cock buried wetly inside those tender palpitating cunt lips. Christ, it was time! He had to fuck her before it was too late! Before he came right there on her belly instead of in it!
He grinned first, then plunged forward, dropping his great weight onto her, crushing her full, firm tits beneath his chest as he thrust his heavy hips simultaneously and his lengthy, heavy cock rampaged into her moist cunt with the velocity of a rocket at blastoff, spiraling the soft, tender walls of warm vaginal flesh in rippling waves before it. There was no holding it back once the point of countdown had been decided, and with a loud grunt he felt his balls slap resoundingly into the upturned crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. Christ! He was in her... he was really in her!
"Oh God... Jesus, God Almighty!" the impaled Miriam wailed under him. Her body was bloated with him! His huge cock had ripped her vagina from mouth to cervix! She knew it! He had thrust into her without the least thought of pain or mercy. And now, she lay beneath him filled with it, the massive, throbbing thing sunk to the very depths of her belly and beyond. Dear God, she could feel every wrinkle of it inside her... like an arm in a tight, rubber sleeve... enclosed in the moist, snug sheath of her very own cunt! Her husband's cunt that had never before been violated by any other man!
Oh God... she dare not move, and he lay immobile for a moment, his damaged face directly above hers. She found herself wondering senselessly about his scar. It must have been a painful wound, she thought with absurd concern... and then she felt an expanding throb deep inside her and she cried out.
"Feel good?" he taunted.
"Oh... oh, please. You've torn me. I know you have. Please... "
Eli Baines chuckled down at her. "Honey, you couldn't tear that cunt with a telephone pole. Relax, sweetheart Enjoy it. There's much more to come."
"Ooohhh... oohh, God!" Miriam exclaimed a she forced another measure of it into her.
"In the end, you're going to love me for this," he said, grinning down at her. Then, he flexed again.
"Aauuuuuugggghhhh," the tortured young woman groaned deeper this time, tightening the muscles and cords of her legs and neck with the force of her resistance.
"Getting better, isn't it?" he mocked.
She rolled her head away from his leering eyes and he shoved forward brutally.
"Aaaaaauuugggghhhh... ooohhhhh, dear God!" she cried out.
"I asked you a question, Honey. Be nice enough to talk to me. Is it getting to feel better?" he hissed down her painfully contorted face in lewd delight.
"Oooooohhh... yes, yes... better... it's getting better," she lied, fearing to say differently lest he inflict further torture upon her totally helpless and defenseless loins.
"Good. In that case, you'd probably like a little more "No! No, no! Please... no more...!"
"Then... beg me to fuck you with what I've given you so far."
"W-What?"
"You heard me clear enough, bitch! Beg for mercy. Ask me to fuck you with what you have inside you right now... otherwise... "
"Ohhhh... please don't. You've done everything to me already. I can't even talk sensibly... " she managed, hoping that would satisfy him momentarily. For God knew, she had fought with all of her strength and courage against any further humiliation. She had to take something away from here to give back to her darling Peter... there had to be something left...
"I said, beg," he repeated harshly, thrusting his heavy hips forward and she felt another fraction of his elephantine cock dig into the sensitive, never-before reached depths of her widely stretched channel. "Beg me to fuck you now, or else. NOW!" he snarled, throbbing the huge shaft deep into the very confines of her most sensitive womanhood.
"OOhhhhhh God, don't... pleased no... You're hurting me terribly... I can't stand it!" she whined, even pretending a little to avoid giving in to him, knowing that this was her final surrender. Dear God, she had to have something left! He'd taken everything... completely stripped her... even to her fidelity to her husband! All pride was gone! Don't let him make me beg, God! Not that! Please... please! So, he dropped himself onto her fully, thrusting deeper and deeper, lowering his head to gnaw at the pebble-hard nipples of her breasts and gouge his fingers into the flesh of her arms at the same time... until she could no longer bear the physical anguish.
"Say it!" he snarled at her, ramming his tremendous cock the last inch into her and routing its head in the delicate shrine of her belly even as he spoke. "Say it, you godamned little bitch!"
"Ohhhhhh God, yes, yes, yes," she sobbed, her final wall of resistance crumbling before the pain and defenseless helplessness of her position. "Yesss... do it to me! Do it...!"
"That's not good enough, baby. Beg me to fuck you. Say it! Say, fuck me, Eh" darling!" he spat at her.
"Ohhh... ohhh do it... f-fuck me... please... "
"Say it all!"
"F-Fuck me... Eli... darling," she whispered between half-clenched teeth, her face wet with her tears as she forced the filthy words from her lips. Now, her debasement was all consuming! She was a complete and wanton slut! Nothing could ever be the same again. Her Peter was gone... because she no longer had a right to him. She wasn't much, but she knew right from wrong, and she didn't deserve the love of this boy she called her husband. She'd allowed herself to lose all control over everything decent to her... Oh God , want to die! I can never face Peter again! I'm nothing but a common slut... a whore! Oh Lord in heaven... there was no hope for her now. She was as lost as Cain! This filthy brute had stripped her... left her nothing... nothing... nothing but the monstrous, sinewy shaft he'd interred like an animal in her innocent unplundered vagina.
Her final loss of resistance registered in Eli Baines' triumphant mind as if she had openly screamed it at him, and he glued his wet, rubbery lips to her soft, delicate mouth while he salaciously began a gradual rocking movement between her wide-spread thighs. And with each individual, abridged, sleek stroke she moaned helplessly under him as he sensed the tight, narrow channel expanding reluctantly before bin. He had her now and he knew it; her secret, inner emotions had given her away when he had first sunk his tongue deep into her quivering pink pussy. There was a hidden streak of lust buried deep inside her that reminded him of Sara... it had only to be brought to the surface to make one little delicious nugget of open, sensual desire of her... a hopeless, delightful nympho... and she could hide all she wanted to behind her Mrs. Reverend cloak of respectability as far as the rest of this burg was concerned... as long as she spread her thighs for him whenever he got the urge... which was going to be damned often. Besides, he could think of no better way of getting even with that fire-and-brimstone bastard for his part in shuffling him out of the fast buck he had lined up on the school land deal. He wasn't finished yet with him... or this voluptuous bitch under him that he was fucking his rock-hard, pulsating cock into. Not by a damn sight! There was much, much more to come for both of them...
The carnal sensations exploding within her had rendered Miriam into a state of near hopeless abandon. Her body had begun to react of its own volition, her will to fight against the obscene fermentations any longer, reaching its lowest ebb. She'd battled with all of her strength, but it hadn't been enough. Her body had betrayed her... and suddenly the horrifying thought of total capitulation raised spiraling chills along her spine... and she felt the gradual cadence of Eli Baines' massive cock begin to fuck wetly into her.
The wild sensations it shot through her set her whole naked body to jerking and writhing beneath him, tiny moans of helpless passion emitting from deep in her chest, until spontaneously, she thrust her tongue with wanton acceptance half into his throat She continued to moan up into his mouth in servile resignation, her beautiful face twisted in her ecstasy, her mouth laboring, the cords in her swanlike neck taut, her nostrils flared, a film of perspiration beginning to form onto her forehead and upper lip, her long, golden hair a mass of interwoven entanglements.
Baines stared lustfully down at her, moving his giant coarse hands downward along her sides at her, slipping them beneath the smooth, round orbs of her involuntarily working buttocks, clutching his fingers into the soft flesh cruelly, one in either hand, his lust-inflamed brain delighting to its fullest in this new conquest, her incessant humming and writhings driving him to greater frenzy.
The soft quivering of her buttocks flexed and un-flexed, causing the soft, warm, smooth flesh to ridge between his fingers as he clutched his hands tightly into them. He pulled her roughly to his loins and felt her open her thighs even further to him, flowering the moist, pink hole of her cunt wider in reception to his cock fucking deeper and deeper into her belly.
There was no longer pain, Miriam realized. All of that had passed and now her soft, round thighs on either side of his embedded shaft were twitching and quivering in ungovernable wantonness. She lay with closed eyes, continually thrusting her saliva coated tongue up into his sucking mouth, the perpetual purring sounds of her ecstatic bliss escaping her throat. She felt the cords in her neck and thighs taughten rigidly as she squirmed wildly under him, tense with the velvety pleasure of her feeling. All logical reasoning had deserted her, leaving nothing but the insane rapture of lying under this vile, lewd monster who was taking her against her will... and fucking back at him to fulfill her own sudden inflamed need.
He labored in sweat over her, then suddenly lengthening his stroke, withdrawing his prick until only the tip of its smooth, bulbous, head lay at the mouth of her clasping vagina, then plunging it into her uplifted crotch harshly, his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smacking loudly against the helplessly exposed crevice of her tiny, pink anus. Then, momentarily, a fiendish little smile stretched his thick, wet lips and he slid his hand along the smooth flesh of her ass until his large middle finger reached the little crinkled ring of her anus nestled unprotected below. Its soft puckered warmth sent a thrill of delight through him as he dwelled in mind on this additional humiliation of her, and felt the tiny orifice reacting with the writhing of her buttocks heaving against his loins.
He pressed into it with a cruel, sharp thrust, causing the tender, spongy circle of flesh to give way before his assault.
"Ooohhh," Miriam gasped, not quite certain what had caused the sudden new surge of pain.
Baines inserted it another half-inch, enjoying the painful sounds of her anquishment, wanting to prolong the pleasure.
"OooooOhhhhhh!" Miriam wailed louder this time in painful protest, for now she realized what he was doing to her defenseless rectum.
Still, he gave no quarter, but instead, began to worm his thick finger around inside to stretch the soft, velvety flesh of her rear channel wider and wider... and then, she sensed a second finger make entrance to join the first, burrowing into the tight, resistant passageway as slowly he pressed them up into the soft warm depths, even as he continued to twist and work them.
Oh... oh damn you! You cruel, filthy brute! she groaned inwardly to herself as the husky, guttural noises rumbling in her chest from the agony slowly began to diminish, giving way to new unrestrainable moans of exhilaration as her tight virginal anus slowly relaxed and began to accept the perverse, aberrant attack.
Again, Eli Baines grinned victoriously against her wet, sucking mouth, for she had begun to slowly skewer her rectum down onto his invading fingers while he continued to drub them around inside the spongy warm depths.
Oh God! He has me hopelessly impaled... between his huge, throbbing cock deep in my vagina... and his thick fingers shoved way up my behind! Oh God! Oh God...! She moaned and purred under him, writhing and wailing in complete abandon now as he increased the fury of his dual assault on her naked squirming genitals.
He slipped his other hand gently along the smooth, soft cheek of her buttocks to her palpitating pussy where his thick cock was sleekly sliding in and out of its clasping, hair-lined cuntlips, their velvety softness clutching tightly as they sucked at his rampant prick with every pile-driving thrust he made into her.
Again, Baines increased his tempo, making each plunge into the salacious hole a hot, throbbing, deep thrust, while she twisted wildly beneath him. She was nearing her orgasm, he knew, as he sensed her legs OB. either side of him lurch wide and higher into the air. He jerked his fingers from her tight clasping rectum, making a lewd hissing sound, and caught his hands roughly beneath her knees, shoving them back hard and pressing them harshly down to the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Now, the golden table of her soft hair-lined crotch was completely at his mercy, wide open to the jack hammer battering of his loins whacking brutishly into her.
"Oh... my God! Oh... oh... oohhh!" she babble under his feverish attack, her beautiful features unrecognizable now in their passion contorted grimaces of unbridled ecstasy.
Eli Baines labored relentlessly over her, again quickening his stroke and grunting heavily as he pounded hard and deep into her, ramming his long, thick cock far up into the secret, never before reached sanctuary of her womb. Her proud quivering breasts quaked and throbbed beneath the weighty pressure of his hairy chest, their berry-hard nipples boring into him like small, round marbles.
Then it happened to her! She shuddered beneath him!
Her cunt walls seemed to open up like a thousand tiny springs to emit a flood of warm, sticky liquid to bathe his pummeling cock. He rammed harder, faster, plunging deep, deep into the hot depths of her seething, spewing cunt. By God, he wanted to be certain she'd never forget this fucking if she lived to be a thousand years old.
Her convulsive body bucked up to him in jerking, unrhythmic motions a half-dozen times, the clasping lips of her trembling cunt sucking at his prick as though it intended to devour it, and her breath heaved from her lungs desperately while he continued to lunge deep into her, sensing his own hot, boiling sperm rising from the vat of his bloated testicles to scald the long tiny channel the length of his prick as it raced to squirt from the end of his cock far into the depths of her soft, quivering belly, and she felt the blending of the intimate secretions puddling hotly inside her, an almost frantic sensation of bliss momentarily overwhelming her.
Then, the life seemed to drain from her and her legs fell obscenely out limp on either side of his massive, gasping body, her heart heaving in her breast, her ravished body battered, but satisfied as it had never before been in her young life... until slowly, reality crept back over her... Abruptly, her shame and debased humiliation returned to sweep down upon her once more in one great all-consuming wave, as she realized that she still lay beneath this vile beast who had raped her and that his lewd, thick penis was yet sunk in the depths of her still quivering vagina... and the tears burst uncontrollably from her.
Oh God! Oh God! What's to become of me? Rape... ? Dear Jesus, I completely surrendered to him... gave myself like a wanton slut! Yes, and even enjoyed it! Oh... Peter, Peter... I've got to get out of here... as fast as I can... away from this horrible beast. My debt's paid now... he can't demand any more from me - or hold it over my head... And Peter must never know... Never! And then, she saw that Eli Baines was grinning down at her. He hadn't moved, only raised his head.
"Please... please, let me up?" Miriam pleaded, forcing her tears back and drawing the back of her hand over her wet eyes. "Y-You've done what you wanted to me... now let me go."
Baines chuckled. "And you liked it too, didn't you, baby. In fact, I can't ever remember seeing a cunt go any wilder than you did... "
"Please... Must you continue to torture me this way?" Miriam begged. "I've paid my debt... now give me my brooch and the note and let me go... "
Again, Eli Baines laughed down at her. "You're trying to rush things, sweetheart. I haven't even pulled my cock out of you yet, eh?"
He flexed the rapidly softening shaft once more inside her, chuckling simultaneously.
Miriam couldn't stifle the groan of further shame this additional abuse caused her, and she covered her face with her arm so that she would not have to look at him.
"As for the brooch and note," he was saying... and she then felt him withdrawing his almost deflated penis from her assaulted sperm-filled vagina, and he climbed off her letting the cool soothing air brush gently against her ravished crotch... 'Til hold onto them, Mrs. Reverend You still have a hell of a long ways to go to satisfy that debt."
Miriam sat up quickly, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at the huge man and his wet, glistening penis standing lewdly before her. Nor was there concern for her still partially obscene position with her slightly splayed thighs as his words registered in her brain.
"But... but, you said... "
"I said nothing, baby," he barked at her. "You just assumed." He grinned "However, it won't take you long to work it out. I figure right now you're worth about twenty-five dollars a fuck, but that can increase as you get more seasoned and begin to put a little bit more into it Of course, that interest is going to keep mounting up too... " He shook his head as if pondering the situation. "Well... we'll just keep pounding at it and do the best we can, eh sweetie?"
Miriam suddenly snatched up her dress and held it in front of her. Her eyes were ablaze with rage, shame and disbelief. She bared her teeth at him and the tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Damn you! Godamn you! You filthy, vile brute...!" she screamed.
Again, Eli Baines snickered. "You better get your duds on and get out of here, Mrs. Reverend. It's getting late and I want you to be sure to get your beauty rest I can't stand fucking a haggish woman... And be sure you're back here tomorrow night at the same time. You're going to have to work fast and often to keep up with mounting interest" He wrapped his robe around him and walked to the door, unlocking it There, he turned and grinned back at her.
"Godamn you!" Miriam wailed at him once more.
He laughed. "I think you can find your own way out I've got some other business to attend to. Goodnight Mrs. Reverend... and pleasant dreams."
And then he was gone. Alone, Miriam buried her face in her hands and wept profusely, as she felt his lewd, wet sperm begin to seep out of her to form a shameful little pool beneath her.
Oh dear God, dear God in heaven! What have I done? What's to become of me now'!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Once inside the apartment, Sara led Peter directly to the bedroom, Lighted a small bedside lamp, then turned to him, quickly rushing into his arms.
"Peter... Peter," she whispered tightly, lifting her face to him. "Kiss me, Darling, kiss me!"
He did, thrusting his tongue into her warm, sweet-tasting mouth once more, his hands dropping to cup the round full moons of her buttocks beneath her coat and drawing her soft belly tight against his aching loins. A new reasoning had flashed into his lust-infected brain, wiping away much of the guilt he had first felt, almost completely obliterating his Jekyll-Hyde fixation of such a short time before.
She needed him! Even worse, perhaps, than he did her, and it was almost as if it were his duty... to keep her from the hands of some lecherous individual's ravishment. After all, she was one of his own flock... and to whom could she turn if not her own minister? Didn't he himself know well what it was? Hadn't he been forced to use the services of Delilahs before... rather than destroy the purity of some decent girl? But now, he reprimanded himself severely for thinking of Sara as a trollop. If he were guilty of any sin, that was it In his crazed, desire-saturated mind he had falsely labeled her and that thought pained him deeply.
At first he had thought it right to tell her and beg her forgiveness, then, decided against it Knowing of his cruel unfairness could do nothing but hurt her, and certainly the poor girl had suffered enough. No, rather would he try to make it up to her... now... in this fulfillment of her natural bodily need.
He held her tight to him and felt her warm body commence uncontrollable little undulating motions that ground her soft belly and pelvis against his member until it throbbed unmercifully into hardness.
"Oh... good Lord!" he rasped heavily.
"Darling... darling Peter," she whispered into his mouth "Come... let's get undressed... I-I need you so badly... "
"Yes... yes," he managed, forcing himself to take his hands from her and let her free. It was barbaric for him to make her wait any longer. It was her thirst now that was the important issue, not his own. And even as he thought these things he was stripping the clothes from himself, while his eyes watched her undress to the very last stitch, and then she was on the bed waiting for him.
My God, she was a lovely sight to behold in her nakedness! He gaped at the full mounds of her breasts, amazingly erect as she lay there on her back, the ripe, ruby nipples staring up at him wetly. Damn, had she moistened them when he turned his head... touched saliva to them so that their pink budlike tips glistened from the touch of her own fingers against them?
"Y-You're beautiful," he muttered, gaping down at her, almost mesmerized by her erotic loveliness. He saw the excitement in her own dark eyes and had all he could do to keep from throwing himself on top of her and burning his lips into the softness of her warm smooth flesh, but somehow, he managed to restrain himself. In the back of his mind, he knew that she needed more. It'd been a long, long time since this denied, voluptuous creature had known love... and he must be gentle as well as fulfilling. His own mad craving was no longer of importance.
He moved toward the bed, put one knee onto it and leaned over her, pressing his lips tightly down onto hers. She reached up, encircled him with her arms and pulled him down onto her. One of his legs fell snugly between her open thighs, and her soft, supple body fitted against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again as she raised her thigh to press into his crotch, and he found himself grinding his mouth almost brutally against hers as his shaft lurched into a near-painful rigidity. He felt its wetness in the lubricous secretion oozing from its tip and knew she must feel it too for it was pressed tightly against the warm, smooth flesh of her thigh. Then, her leg was massaging it ever so lightly... automatically, Peter decided, motivated by her inner need, but surely with dire consequences, for he felt the head would burst from the pressure building inside it. Already, it was jerking, jumping as though it were prepared to spew out his seminal fluid, and he was certain it would if she pressed it too far; he could feel it swirling thick in his heavy sac below. Once more, he ran his tongue into her mouth causing little mewling noises to rise from her throat as she sucked tenderly on it, even nibbled with her sharp even teeth to send further shocks of new excitement shooting through him.
God Almighty! He had never known these sensations. The women he had gone to had made themselves available, given him release, but no more, and he'd expected no more... wanted no more. But this... it was all so different, so full, so wonderful! My God... Miriam! He thought of her guiltily for a moment... then, thought of their love... He shook his head lightly, to dissolve her image from his mind. It was sacrilegious to associate her vision with this scene. She was his wife! His heavenly, beautiful wife, and he loved her deeply! She belonged on a pedestal; she would be the mother of his children, never meant for this type of animal-like intrigue. He lifted his head, then lay his cheek against Sara's soft hair.
"Is... is something wrong, Peter?" she whispered to him.
"What... ? No, of course not," he said. "Y-You were thinking of Miriam, weren't you?" she said softly.
"No. No... I was thinking of... of how lovely you are," he lied. "The truth?"
"Yes," he replied. "The truth." Lord, she needed him badly, he thought Then, he realized she had begun to quiver beneath him, her thighs grazing his loins hungrily.
"You... you do want to fuck me, don't you?" she whispered, breathing heavily.
The effect of her question spiced with the filthy word sent an electrifying current through him. His fleshy rod leaped spontaneously. "Yes... God yes, I really want to," he wheezed, the breath from his lungs nearly choking him.
"Then... then, tell me. Dear Lord, I have to hear it from your lips, Peter... don't you see?"
"Yes... yes... listen to me," he managed hoarsely. "I-I want to fuck you, Sara."
"Oh God... how?"
"Deep! Deep and hard and fulfilling! I want to see you happy! I-I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
"Ohhh Peter! Yes... yes!" she said, then raised her head to stare down at his jerking, rock-hard prick.
Sara gaped at the palpitating, blood-filled head for a moment, her throat gulping at its surprising full impressiveness. She hadn't expected that he would have been so generously endowed. She thought of inching down and swallowing it momentarily, exploring the downy softness of the soft bag of flesh that hung beneath it, then decided the move, though enticing of thought, might be disastrous at this point Peter drew her closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the smooth, round fullness of her buttocks, his hand over the crevice that split them, drawing that portion of her even closer and closer. Her body was not against him, but soft and pliable and she raised her face to be kissed. He did, and she glued her mouth voraciously to his while her hand wedged between them to grip the hardness of his penis. Peter made a choking sound as her cool fingers wrapped around its wet rigidness. He pressed his lips against hers with an extra effort to show his appreciation. The aroma of her made his brain spin. He wasn't sure, but he thought of lilacs... and lilacs had always intrigued him Her small mouth with its full lips seemed to crush beneath his almost maddened pressure, and its very delicacy aroused new twinges of excitement to fill him. She was straining the full length of her body against him, grinding her crotch area into his pelvis... and then, before he was aware of what was happening, she had maneuvered her long smooth legs and hips, suddenly pulling him over on top of her, her legs spread wide to receive him between them.
She drew him hungrily to her and let her hands run searchingly over and down his long, lean frame, investigating intently the private places of his whole body. His cock was poised in proud stiffness between her thighs, laid snugly at the thin-line slit of her hair-fleeced cunt-lips. Of a sudden, she clutched his starved, aching prick and drew its bulbous head from the split of her buttocks up through the wet, sensitive pink flesh, then back down until its pulsating nob rested at the opening of her quivering vagina.
"There," she whispered teasingly. "What're you going to do now?"
Peter couldn't hold back he flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove it into her with a reaming, flesh tearing force, into the expanded hungry mouth of her vagina.
"Oooooogggghhh," Sara coughed under him, as Peter felt the hot, rubbery passage sleekly absorb his throbbing, naked prick. It had popped into her with a snapping little clap, her long abstinence obvious to him; yet, he was pleased at the way her vaginal control tugged at him, even though it belied his thought.
She rocked gently beneath him, as if to draw his shaft deeper inside her, and he levered the long, husky member up into her to the full length of her passage, as warm and tight as if he were her first, he thought in his passion, causing him pain the full length of his unbelievable stiff rod, but easing and more tractable as the fluids of her channel bathed him, wetting and lubricating its path.
He thrust lustily, at last, the smooth rubbery head striking bottom, and simultaneously his heavy sperm filled balls crashed loudly against the clenched, rounded cheeks of her ass.
Sara cried out beneath him, but it was low and animal-like as she writhed to bear the abrupt, unanticipated shock even as he plunged harder, driving his loins more forcibly into her open crotch. Suddenly, he paused, wiping at his forehead, unable to explain his own cruelty. She lay imbedded under him, and again his wild emotions forced him to flex the head of his deeply buried prick, the result raising a further groan from between Sara's clenched teeth.
"I... I don't mean to hurt," he hissed down at her.
"It's... all right I-I love it!" she gasped up at him. "I-I need a man... not a boy!"
"Oh God!" Peter moaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely and feeling the soft, tender flesh beneath him, while she strained upward, arching her loins, actually raising them both from the bed by inches with her desire. He angled his hips and drove into her, trying to establish a rhythm. She moaned incessantly under him, lifting her body again to his brutal attack, now opening and closing her legs about his hips as she labored frantically, climbing up and down his solid shaft sunk deep in her hot, excited passage, her mouth gasping wide open, her head rocking from side to side in the extreme performance of their fornication.
"Ooooohhhh Peter... Peter... yes, yes... this is it! It's good! So good!" She whimpered up into his face, her tongue licking at his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Do something! Ohhhh... Your finger! Shove it in my ass! Make me crawl! Humble me! Yes, please... shove your finger up my ass, Peter...!"
His brain reeled. He rammed his cock into her with all of his force, her words peaking the very apex of his passion. He reached under her, his nails gouging at her soft flesh as he tried to find her hidden rectum. He fumbled between her hot, vibrant buttocks while he pounded his cock in a tempo deep into the wetness of her cunt. He clutched at the quivering hillocks of flesh, ripping them wide apart, searching for the never-before touch of an excited, desirous anus.
He found it and touched it, the warm, soft flesh of the tightly puckered little hole instigating new salacious, if forbidden, feelings to soar rampantly through him. He'd never explored a woman this way before, and he felt the snug little ring working with the writhing and twisting of her buttocks. A tiny dribble of viscid moisture was running down the wide-spread crevice from where his stiff, thick cock was sawing into her. It wet the crinkled orifice as well as his finger-tip, making his experimental probing easier with its lubrication. He pressed into it, feeling it give slightly, then, he pushed hard and suddenly the tight, rubbery sphincter muscle popped open, slipping over his finger as it slid inside the warm, spongy channel to the first knuckle joint. He felt her lurch upward in the bed beneath him, crawling over the mattress on her back, as if to escape the painful invasion.
"Ooooohhhh... oooohhhhh! Peter... Peter... it hurts!"
He barely heard her as he sank the assaulting digit in to the second knuckle.
She gave another gasp and began screwing her bottom back onto his finger until it was sunk into the soft, fleshy depths completely to the palm of his hand. He worked it around and around inside her, feeling through the thin partition of velvety tissue the ridges of his smooth sliding cock fucking in and out of her, and then he established a dual tempo of finger and prick until she began to groan wildly beneath him.
My God, he had never realized such ecstasy could be possible, and his cock seemed to continually grow and expand within her until he was certain it would explode from the intoxicating pressure mounting in his already bloated balls that were whacking resoundingly against her upturned buttocks below. Oh God, he hoped she reached climax soon, for surely, he couldn't hold back much longer. He increased the speed and measure of his stroke, ramming into her savagely now as his finger drubbed the depths of her rectum in his effort to excite her more so.
She held him tightly in her strong thighs, clamping them around his hips, slackening them and clamping them again. He guessed that she was near orgasm as she began to pour forth guttural sounds from deep in her chest, incessant gurglings that caused him to continue plunging into her with powerful, long strokes.
"Ooooohhhh, Peter, Peter... fuck it hard! Harder! Harderrrr!" she babbled up at him, foul obscenities beginning to gush from her lips in her attempt to drive him on, her crotch bucking wildly up against his loins and finger, her legs drawn back higher now, her knees crushing her own heaving breasts as she locked her ankles over his shoulders and rode wantonly up his cock to cling there momentarily as though she never wanted to let go.
Almost instantly, and with a sudden deep throated groan, her body began vibrating uncontrollably... and Peter realized he could contain his passion no longer. He felt the hot, white sperm churning in his throbbing balls as they beat hard against her wide-spread, upturned ass. He shoved his tongue far into her purling throat and hauled the vibrant cheeks of her soft white buttocks tight against his grinding pelvis, and he rammed his spewing cock insanely into her clasping, unresisting cunt She was wailing into his mouth, her soft loins jerking spasmodically against his belly while his pumping prick spurt its hot, white liquid into her violently... just as Eli Baines threw open the bedroom door and walked in to stand, hands on hips, watching the windup of their performance on the bed.
* * *
Peter had been shocked to his senses as much as it was possible for one to be, when caught in the compromising position of lying naked between the hot, working thighs of another man's wife. But somehow, even in his complete mortification, he had managed to crawl off her, pull his clothes on quickly and face this man whom he already regarded as an enemy.
At the sight of Eli Baines, Sara had screamed out in shame, struggling to push Peter off her, then had run nude from the room sobbing half-hysterically into her hands.
"So... this is what we can expect from our fine, new young Reverend, eh?" Eli Baines spat at him. "The seduction of our wives and daughters... a corrupt, debauched, profligate... hiding behind the cloth! You filthy bastard! Taking advantage of a handicapped man's pretty, young wife. Well... what've you got to say for yourself, Reverend?"
Peter's face burned with his disgrace. His brain whirled numbly. Good God in heaven! What had he been thinking of? He must have gone temporarily mad!... Say for himself? My God, what could he say? He was guilty of the vilest of deplorable sins, and there was no evading it! He stumbled backwards, sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed. He began to shake his head in utter disbelief of his own disgraceful act.
"I-I've nothing to say... except that I'm guilty of a terrible deed," he managed, dropping his head and placing his hand to his brow. "It... it was all my fault. She... Sara's not to blame. I... I caused the whole thing."
"Well. ". I'd never've believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes... caught you cold with your cock rammed right up her," Baines sneered nastily.
Peter winced at his vile reference, realizing then that all respect for him and his position had vanished in Nineveh-Bend. He was finished here... and undoubtedly anywhere else, for certainly he couldn't expect to ever be given another church. There was hardly a doubt in his mind but what this man would take advantage of his upper-hand now, especially after what he had done to thwart him on the school-land issue.
Oh Christ, God... he bad destroyed himself in such a neat, short space of time... he should be proud, for he'd completely razed his whole bard-working life... his career... yes, even his promise to his mother...
"And you with a pretty little wife of your own," Eli Baines taunted. "What's she going to think when she finds out what a goddamned hypocrite she's married to, eh?"
Peter raised his head. He stared blankly at the huge, half-grinning man. His entire entrails turned over. Miriam! Miriam! Miriam! Dear Jesus, he hadn't even thought of what this would do to her! He'd been too goddamned concerned with his own selfish thoughts... of his own losses... Now, a shudder of true horror coursed through him. My God, Miriam! What... what have I done to you? How could she ever forgive him? She couldn't! He was certain of it. In her strong religious convictions, he knew, there couldn't be any absolution for the evil infidelity he'd committed. It would break her heart! And just the mere thought of it caused him to choke up like a child.
"M-My God, Baines," Peter stammered, gaping at the man through teared eyes. "I-I don't know what it'll do to her... something desperate possibly... Listen... maybe, there's some way... Christ in heaven, Baines, I can't let her know this! Look... maybe, we can keep it from her... I'd almost do anything...!"
"What the hell do you expect me to say?" Baines threw at him.
"Good Lord, I don't know... but she's not to blame for my sins. She... she shouldn't have to suffer," Peter blurted. "Look, I know what this could do to her. She might do anything... that's the way she is!" Peter said, trying to find some compassion in this monstrous man's colorless, brutal eyes. "All right... I'm guilty and you've got me cold. I'll do what ever I have to... but please... please, have mercy on my wife. I don't care for me... only for her."
"You fucking heroes make me sick," Eli Baines snarled at him. He was on his feet and clobbered heavily about the room. He stopped of a sudden as Peter watched him, glaring his ugly, scarred face toward him. "What the hell are you trying to say, Sheldon?" he spat suddenly, delighted with this course the fire-and-brim-stoner had chosen by himself. "You expecting me to cover up for you, after I find you here fucking hell out of that poor little girl?"
Peter began by shaking his head, as if he were in torment. "I know, I know... it's a terrible thing I've done... but is it going to help any to hurt others... my Miriam... by letting her know? Think of it a moment, Baines. Maybe... maybe there's some way I can make it up to Sara... to her husband... I don't know, but I'd do anything to keep my wife... my wonderful Miriam from knowing what a foul animal she's married to... "
He wept then, this young man who felt his sin deep in his heart and soul.
Eli Baines watched him, grinning to himself inwardly at the thought of how he'd just fucked that wonderful young wife half to death. He rubbed the stubble of his beard with his hand noisily, then he walked to the small vanity stool and dropped onto it, causing it to groan beneath him.
"Humph," he grunted aloud, as if in thought. His evil little eyes studied Peter's pathetic, anxious face. "Anything, eh?"
Peter swallowed tightly. "Anything... that will protect Miriam. She's my only concern now."
Eli Baines let a wicked half-grin stretch his mouth. He nodded. "All right, Reverend... maybe there is a way... but rest assured, it ain't going to be easy for you... "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Peter was not home when Miriam stumbled into the house and up to their bedroom in the dark, throwing herself onto the bed in a state of numbed shock. She couldn't cry anymore. Her emotions were as drained as was her bruised body exhausted. But the loathing horror that continued to haunt her... that she couldn't shake from her tormented brain, was the complete feeling of sensual satisfaction her outrageously defiled body still experienced from the cruel and debasing ravishment Eli Baines had subjected her to. She had not stopped despising herself... nor would she ever, for surrendering so wantonly to his foul, brutal raping of her flesh. She had lost all control and there was no denying it. Before he had finished with her, she had given back as much as he was pounding into her, her brain steeped in the blinding passion of her own desire, her body an ungovernable mass of seething lust. Good God, she was nothing but a slut... a common whore with a strange man's hot white sperm still resting lewdly in her belly...
And he wasn't finished with her yet! All of it, the entire humiliating debauchery had been, for her, in vain! The vile pig still had her note and brooch in his possession, and there was no doubt in her mind but what he would take them to Peter if she didn't continue to yield to his licentious demands. The thought of Peter finding out that she had misused church money to buy the furniture, then lied to him saying it was her own savings, plus borrowing from this evil man to cover her first wrongdoing... and pledging the brooch, Peter's wedding gift to her... oh God, it was more than she could bear. And now, the filthy monster had doubled the indebtedness with his unlawful calculations... Twelve-hundred dollars! Impossible! There was no way in the world she could meet it... yet, she dared not expose him, lest she expose herself!
It... it was all just too much! She'd betrayed Peter's love, defiled her marriage vows... even lowered herself to the very depths of moral degradation! Dear God, she couldn't go on this way... couldn't face Peter with the thought in her mind that she had lasciviously given herself to another man... no matter what the extenuating circumstances. She couldn't! She couldn't! She'd rather die first...!
And then, as that horrible alternative drifted through her tormented brain, and she weighed all of the consequences of actually destroying herself, the continual patter of rain against the shingles of the roof began to quiet her nerves, until shortly, her distraught mind eased into a weary, almost lethargic state, and with her exhausted body, fell into a deep needed sleep.
* * *
Eli Baines drove Peter home. They talked little enroute, the big man having laid his price for keeping silent before Peter while they were still in Sara Dexter's bedroom. First, Peter was to retract his proposal before the next town meeting that the new school be built on land the town already owned. He was to advise the citizenry that after careful second thought, he felt that Nineveh-Bend should purchase the land from Eli Baines and the school be built there. Without a leader, Baines had sneered, the local yokels would quickly fall in line.
Peter hadn't hesitated to agree. As ignoble a deed as it was, he would perform it to save Miriam from learning the bitter truth of his own foul seduction of Sara Dexter. For himself, he no longer cared. He deserved to be horsewhipped... completely destroyed in public for his vile lechery... but any action or punishment to him, he realized, would be further cruel chastisement for Miriam... and he knew now if he had never known before, that he'd go to any lengths to protect her. My God, how he loved her! How could he ever been such a fool?
Then Baines had presented the second part of his demands. Peter was to drive to Montreal the next night, pick up some specific merchandise and return with it to Mansion-House. In the meantime, he was to bring Miriam up to stay with Sara until he returned from his trip. That way, the big man had said, he'd feel confident that Peter wouldn't try anything funny.
What he could possibly have meant by "trying anything funny," Peter couldn't imagine. It seemed a simple enough request, but Peter knew he disliked the idea of bringing the two girls together... especially in the wake of his own lewd act with Sara. It seemed almost as if it were an insult to Miriam... flaunting Sara in front of her... but he'd had no choice, only to accept. He could but hope that Sara would say nothing.
"We understand each other then, eh Reverend?" Eli Baines interrupted his thoughts, mockingly using his title as he swung into the parsonage driveway.
Peter nodded over at him in the faint light from the dashboard. "But you haven't told me what I'm to pick up in Montreal," he said, reaching for the door handle.
"That's not your concern," Baines snapped. "You just do as I tell you. Understand?"
Again, Peter nodded. "I understand... it's just...
well, I don't want to get involved in something illegal... "
Eli Baines burst into laughter. "Jesus, if you aren't something else, Sheldon." He shook his head as though unable to understand the younger man. "Here, I catch you cold, fucking another man's wife like some goddamned whoremaster, and now you're babbling about doing something illegal. Where the hell do you do-gooders get your sense of right and wrong, anyway?"
Peter opened the door and stepped out into the rain. He didn't intend to answer this filthy speaking man's question, or exchange any more dialogue with him this night. He would do what he had to do... what he'd agreed to do to protect Miriam, but unless he got away from him right now, he knew he wouldn't be responsible for what he might attempt to do to the offensive creature.
"Good night, Baines," Peter managed, starting to slam the door.
The big man leaned toward him. "Remember, Reverend... tomorrow night, early... and don't forget your sweet little wife."
"I told you... Til do as you say," Peter answered, once more starting to shut the vehicle door.
"You goddamned sure better," Eli Baines growled. "Or I'll nail your reverend ass to a tree."
Peter heard him laughing gruffly as he backed from the drive, and with bowed head he walked to the side entrance of the darkened parsonage.
* * *
The sound of the slamming car door awakened Miriam. She sat up on the edge of the bed to note that the rain still fell. She didn't know how long she had been sleeping, but when she saw that she still had her clothes on, she looked at her watch and realized not more than an hour had passed since she'd stumbled up the stairs and thrown herself across the bed in utter despair.
Oddly enough, even though she was still nauseous with her guilt, the short rest had helped her see things more clearly. Her cowardly reasoning of doing away with herself... that there was no way she could face Peter with the whole horrible truth, had left her, and in its place had come the firm conviction that to tell him everything was the only way! Even if it meant the very end to their marriage... to everything she held dear, she had to tell him the truth... all of it... even of her carnal infidelity with Eh Baines.
She heard the door into the kitchen close, and something convulsed, then turned over in her stomach. She stood slowly. There was no putting it off. If she were ever to tell him it had to be now... right now! Oh God help me tell him the whole truth!
She went into the hall, turned on the light and slowly descended the stairs.
"Miriam?"
"Yes, Peter," she said, walking into the kitchen to see him standing with a glass of water in his hand, looking very pale in the artificial light from the single bulb that hung from the ceiling. Immediately, concern filled her. "Don't you feel well, Darling?"
He looked at her, his eyes seemingly blank, almost as if he were looking through her. "Feel well... ? Yes, of course... I feel fine... Ifs just... I-I received a phone call at the church from... from my brother, Bob. He's in Montreal and... and I have to go up there tomorrow... tomorrow night."
Miriam studied him, weighing his words. He had spoken so uncertainly, not at all like Peter. "Montreal?" she repeated. "I don't understand, Peter...?"
He turned away from her, emptying his glass and drawing more water. "He's in some sort of difficulty," Peter said, sounding more sure of himself. "He really needs me... and I told him I'd come."
Momentarily, Miriam was silent. Then, she said: "All right, Peter. If he needs you, of course you must go."
He turned to face her once more. "I've... I've made arrangements for you to stay with Sara Dexter while I'm gone. I-I don't like the idea of leaving you alone in this house... "
"Sara Dexter... ? You mean... up at Mansion-House?" Miriam questioned haltingly, a cold little lump forming at the base of her belly.
"Yes," he replied quickly. "I'll feel better knowing you're safe with someone... "
"But I'll be perfectly fine right here, Peter... "
"No!" he snapped. "I told you... I have it all arranged. Now... let's not argue about it, Miriam."
Again, she studied the almost haggard expression on her husband's blanched face. She had never seen him look so oppressed and gaunt. "Peter... are you sure you're feeling all right? You're not ill, are you...?"
"No, no, I feel fine. I'm... I'm just upset over Bob is all," he lied, taking a swallow of the water and setting down the glass. Then, it was as if he had really seen her for the first time... "How come you're not undressed and in bed? It's after midnight!"
"I-I laid down on the bed and fell asleep," Miriam heard herself answer him. "Peter... I want to talk to you... about something... "
He came close to her, placing his hands gently upon her upper arms, squeezing them tenderly. She watched his eyes soften and a sad little half-smile tug at his thin, handsome mouth.
"Please, Honey... not tonight," he said softly.
"But... "
"When I come back from Montreal... we'll talk then, Darling," he said, his eyes searching deeply into her own, and for an instant she feared that he would read her guilt there and a twinge of panic rippled through her. He bent his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I love you, Miriam," he whispered. "I love you more than you'll ever know."
There was something almost lamentable in his sincerity, causing a painful little constriction to seize at her throat Dear God, how she loved him! She read the troubled concern in his eyes and suddenly realized that she had almost brought him more. She couldn't tell him now! Something... what ever this thing that had to do with his brother was, was weighing him down terribly. He needed anything but to hear the horror of her misdeeds. She lifted her face, moved up on tip-toe and returned his gentle kiss with one of her own.
"I love you too, Peter... no matter what... and I'll always love you... no matter what," she whispered.
"No... no matter what...?" he repeated, a little flicker of pain crossing his face.
"I-I swear it, my darling."
He sighed and backed away from her, letting free of her arms. "It's getting late... you'd better go up to bed. I've got a little work in the study to do. I'll be along in a few minutes."
She wanted him to take her into his arms and hold her tight... to lay beside him in their bed, his strong body close to hers, to feel the strength and sureness of him... "Can I wait for you...?"
"You better not. I-I might be quite late," he said, and she knew there was no pleading with him.
Whatever it was, he was greatly troubled. She said no more, but watched him walk slightly bent forward along the hallway to his alcove. Then, alone, she reluctantly climbed the stairs, her mind filling again with her own ugly situation. Oh Lord, what am I going to do?
CHAPTER NINE
Eli Baines lay back comfortably in his big chair and puffed at his cigar. He didn't know about these young ones they were taking in. But, hell, that wasn't his worry. He looked about the smoke filled room at his five male guests who were relaxing in similar leisure, smoking his cigars and drinking his brandy, following the dinner they had just been served by his pet, Sara. He grinned to himself as he thought how many times she had had her ass pinched and a hand shoved up into her crotch as she served these well-dressed, hard faced men. But damn her, she hadn't seemed to mind it too much; in fact, he felt quite sure she'd been looking forward to this little jamboree. Well, he thought, there was a time when he might have minded her reactions, but not since his little blonde bitch, the Mrs. Reverend, had spread 'em for him. There'd never been anything like that luscious creature in his lifetime... and he had both she and her husband right by the intricate parts.
Frankly, he was getting a little tired of Sara and having that imbecile husband of hers around anyway. He was due for a change. Not that he didn't intend for his friends to share his sweet little preacher's wife... hell, they were going to drop him a quarter of a million dollars before this night was over... once the Reverend returned from Montreal; a little sharing was the least he could do. Besides, a good gang-shag sometimes brought the best out in a reluctant broad like her. And he needed the best. After all, he was the one in exile, the poor sucker with a murder rap hanging over his head. Maybe it was twenty years old, but if the law knew where to lay its hands on Eli "the Stitch" Bainetti, it would be as if it were yesterday in some Queens courtroom.
But he couldn't complain too much. The syndicate had been good to him, helped him cover and set himself up. And it wasn't too bad in this wilderness... as long's you had a little cunt to keep you warm on the cold winter nights. Still, he couldn't help but think of the place at the big-table he'd have right now if he hadn't lost his head and shot that over ambitious cop.
Anyway, he was holding his little blonde sweetheart back as the surprise of the evening. He wanted these big-time operators to know how lush and ripe the fruit grew in this forlorn country. Sara was keeping her under wraps in her apartment, on the other side of the dining room door, gradually squeezing a little booze into her. And well did he know how little it took to set her off. Hell, she'd only had a couple of brandies and a glass or two of absinthe last night, but goddamn, she'd certainly gone wild once he'd gotten into her. Of course, she was going to renege on that absinthe tonight, so he'd instructed Sara to switch to Pernod. He laughed to himself as he sucked at his cigar.
"What's getting to you, Eli?" Frank Certi grinned over at him. "You look like the cat that ate it."
"Maybe I am," the big man said.
"Yeahhh... don't blame you. You're set up all right here," said Frank Certi. "Booze, a broad, none of the hustle. How do you rate it?"
"I live clean." Baines said and grinned at him.
They all laughed.
One called Chico Rodrieques, said: "What you got for entertainment, Eli? They tell me you put on quite a show here."
"I'll think of something," the big man said.
Again, the laughter.
"Tell me," the third man, a younger one called John Rhodes asked, "How'd you get the slice on your face, Eli? It looks like the old Blackhand squealer mark."
Eli Baines froze tight in his chair. Had a pin dropped in the room, it could have been detected. The fact was, the young man had touched the plexus of the truth. Eli Baines' scar represented his breaking beneath police pressure in his early years, and the incrimination of an associate in a warehouse robbery. Later, he had been marked for that.
"I'm going to forget you said that, punk. You're a guest... now just make sure you don't forget it again... else you might not live to see the party, eh?"
"S-sorry man... didn't mean any harm," John Rhodes, a thin faced, nervous young man from Detroit apologized. He grinned forcibly. "Live and learn, eh?"
Eli Baines grinned back. "Learn... and live," he replied evenly.
* * *
Miriam had tried to talk Peter out of his insistence that she stay with Sara Dexter at Masion-House, but he bad been emphatic about it. It was not Sara that she feared, but being under the same roof with Eh' Baines, even though she realized that he had demanded she return again this night... or else. Now, she was glad she had come. At least, she had returned as he ordered, in fact, was in his very house, but she had Sara now, beside her, and the filthy man was not apt to try anything in front of his housekeeper. She'd complied with his demands by being here, but to make any move toward her would surely give him away to Sara. She felt quite smug and confident, accepting Sara's proffered cocktails with a somewhat forbidden little delight.
She was not a drinker, but enjoyed several martinis with her girl-friend, then made herself another according to Sara's measurements while the latter was serving dinner in the next room to Eli's guests. Miriam couldn't imagine who would ever come to see this huge, filthy man, but certainly the men she had seen were well-dressed, even though they had borne some rather harsh, questionable expressions on their faces. Of course, she'd only caught glimpses of a couple of them through the window, as they arrived, but there seemed a certain uneasiness about them the way they kept looking around, then slinking toward the house. She supposed that was just her own imagination... too much television, perhaps.
Later, she'd had several glasses of a liquor called Pernod with Sara, a delicious drink that seemed to warm her through and through, and for the first time in several days she felt completely at ease. As a matter of fact, she found herself wishing Peter were present... at least still in town, for the little exciting sensations coming alive in her pelvic regions suggested desire, and there was hardly any way she could satisfy that alone... and on second thought, even with her darling, Peter.
She grew morose automatically. God! What does a girl do? Sara poured her a fourth or fifth glass and sat down beside her on the davenport.
"What's wrong, honey?" Sara asked, reaching for her hand and holding it between her own. "You gettin' funny feelings?"
Miriam stared at the dark-haired, lovely girl who had been her friend since her arrival in Nineveh-Bend. "Yes... as a matter of fact, I am. I wish my husband was here... " She laughed lightly. "I-I feel just a little bit wild... know what I mean?"
Sara smiled at her. "I know," she said softly. "And I'm glad you feel that way... It's going to make it easier, more pleasurable... actually, more wonderful for you," the dark-haired girl said, her deep brown eyes coming alive with scintillating lights that resembled a display of fire-works to Miriam.
"Wh-What are you talking about?" Miriam questioned, looking from her eyes to her other features individually and overall, suddenly deciding there was something in Sara Dexter's face she had never before seen.
The tall brunette who sat beside her, laughed, but it was a warm suggestive laugh. She said: "In a second, they're going to call me in there. You watch through the little window of the dining room door. And... and don't get frightened, Darling."
Miriam listened to all of this and stared at the other girl. She began shaking her head in confusion... finally saying: "I-I don't understand, Sara."
Sara laughed as she jumped up and began to peel the clothing from herself. Miriam watched wide-eyed as the other stripped, and completely nude and lovely, went to a closet and brought out a flimsy, long-flowing veil-like, gauzy gown; she slipped it over her head, then did several pirouettes in the center of the room, barefooted.
"We could call it the dance of the seven veils," Sara said, a sudden little laugh emitting from her.
"Sara! What're you doing? I don't understand... " Miriam mumbled, shaking her head and watching the other girl who seemed so full of laughter and excitement.
Once more, Sara's voice filled the room. "Just watch me, girl. Just watch!"
Miriam started to speak as the door opened and Eli Baines stood there. He was grinning, the cigar in his mouth, looking at both of them. "You ready, baby?" he said to Sara.
"Never more so," the tall, black-haired girl replied, then rushed from the room into where all the men sat, and then, Miriam heard the music from the stereo... wild, tempoed music, and before the door could swing closed she saw Sara swirl, the skirt of her flimsy gown spinning high to her very hips, the winking blur of her dark-haired pubic patch and her white buttocks whirling madly in a kaleidoscope of sensual delight.
The huge bulk of Eli Baines lumbered forward toward Miriam! He laid his cigar onto a plate that sat on the table, and Miriam whimpered before he ever reached down and caught her tiny wrist in his big hand, pulling her up to him.
"You're cute tonight," he said, grinning.
"Oh... oil, please don't," she begged, as he rubbed his hand over her face. He laughed, at the same time taking both of her tiny wrists in one hand, then with the other, he raised her skirt until her thighs were naked before him.
"Oh God, please... please don't humiliate me again!" Miriam pleaded in a soft whimper.
Ignoring her, he brushed his coarse hand over the soft, smooth flesh of her thighs, raising the skirt higher to let him slip his great hand down inside the waist band of her white, nylon panties, cupping the soft, warm fleece of her pubic mound, his thick middle finger forcing itself between the tight lips of her moist, pink cunt... slipping down to taunt the soft fleshy lips and mouth of her vagina, then trailing slowly up between the soft petals that enshrouded her clitoris. He dwelt there momentarily; twitching his heavy finger against the elongating bud, until he was satisfied that she was ready to scream in shocking torment.
Baines held her tightly, having twisted her around until her buttocks were pressed against the heavy bulge in the front of his pants, both of her small wrists held viselike in his one huge hand while the other continued its obscene fondling and fingering of her sensitive, moistening pussy.
"You like that, baby?" he grinned down wickedly from above and behind her, and even though Miriam could not see him, she well knew the expression on that scarred, brutal face. He snickered lewdly. "Old daddy knows how to get the best out of that little cunt doesn't he?"
Miriam squirmed uncontrollably in terror and humiliation back against him, her full round buttocks grinding beneath his attack against the hardening flesh of his huge, stiffening rod, as he continued to swatch his thick middle finger up and down between the soft hair-lined flanges of her cunt, gouging a little deeper into the cringing vaginal opening and causing her to shiver from the sudden, shocking sensation.
It had all begun and happened so quickly that her drink fogged mind could not comprehend it... and she had felt so safe, so secure with Sara... then suddenly, without warning, this horror again...
"Oh please... please don't," Miriam pleaded with him, her brain steeped with shame as he continued to torment the tender moist pink opening, then again slid his finger through the velvety, wet flesh to the bud of her clitoris and tweaked at it until she thought she would go mad. Oh why in God's name had Peter insisted she stay here? What was going to happen now? Who were these men... ? And Sara... God Almighty, what had suddenly happened to her?
Abruptly, Eli Baines lifted her with his arm still encircling her waist and holding her wrists, while his other huge hand cupped her naked crotch in his huge hand like a saddle, and he carried her to the door with the small window that looked into the room beyond.
"I want you to see the show, honey," he said into her ear, as again his finger began its violation of her un-wanting, but defenseless genitals, and she cringed in helpless shame back against him, tears of rage suddenly welling from her eyes to stream down her cheeks as she couldn't help but look through the glass thrust in front of her face and see the now naked body of Sara Dexter stretched out on the rug in the middle of the floor, her thighs wide-spread invitingly before one of the hard-faced men who stood between her legs almost at her feet, stripping the clothing from himself while the others... three of whom had their backs to her... leaned forward to watch eagerly.
"That's Frank Certi, baby," Baines whispered to her. "He's going to fuck her first... but you watch, because old Frank is one of the meanest men in the world when he gets that cock of his into a cunt."
"Oh, please, please... don't use those filthy words," Miriam pleaded, her brain reeling from the liquor she had foolishly drank and the sudden debasing position she again found herself in with this vile brute of a man. But even as she begged, she felt the electrifying sensations the very lewdness of his words sent spiraling through her, while between her thighs his thick finger worked cocklike up and down the soft, tingling flesh of her pink vulva, between the tight, hair-lined lips of her defenseless moistened split.
As Miriam watched through the little pane of glass she saw the now nude body of Frank Certi between Sara's wide-spread legs, saw him bend down over her and begin running his lips and tongue wetly up and down her white curvaceous body. She watched in spellbound disbelief as he sucked her erect, heaving breasts into quivering hardness, then drew his moist tongue downward over the flat table of her jerking belly to her soft, round inner thighs. Suddenly, Sara moved into a slow writhing under his hot, wet, tongue-lashing caresses, her long fingers hooking into his hair, endeavoring to guide his lips toward the tight pink slit she was presenting up to him.
Miriam involuntarily leaned forward in the big man's grasp, her nose almost flattened against the cool glass, her tears ceasing now, horrified by the shocking sight taking place before her. It couldn't be! That was Sara Dexter, the church organist... her own best friend! Lying there obscenely beneath this hard faced man who was subjecting her naked, squirming body to the most depraved and lewd violations... and seemingly enraptured by his every further vile move.
Miriam tried to look away but couldn't... the deplorable sight was hypnotizing her. She had never even imagined before what it would be like to watch two people make love, or engage in sex in any way, and now that it was taking place right before her eyes, and to her own best friend, it was almost as if it were happening to herself. And as she stared, engulfed in a mixture of repugnance and growing, wicked excitement, the un-welcomed thick finger insinuated within the moist tight split at her crotch continued its obscene taunting play.
'Tie's going to suck her cunt first," Eli Baines whispered lewdly down into her ear, letting her wrists free now, his big hand unbuttoning her blouse to slip inside and cup her erect, full breasts. He forced the thin, lacy bra up to allow the right one to burst free into his hand and he gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft, rubbery nipples sending a flash of pain mixed with pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low, helpless groan.
Baines chuckled softly. "You watch," he replied. "Frank's going to suck her cunt before he fucks her."
"Y-Yes," Miriam heard herself stammer, his lewd words strangely exciting her.
She continued to stare in a semi-intoxicated state, the thought occurring to her that Sara had a beautiful body... and there she lay, offering it in open sacrifice, up to the lust-contorted face of that evil man. He had evidently worked her to a fever-pitch, for Sara's mouth hung open wide in sudden ecstatic rapture... her dark, sparkling eyes now glazed and gaping upward into nothingness. Frank Certi lifted himself over her rising and falling belly, his face only inches above her soft pubic mound below. His hands lay on the smooth flat plane of her stomach with his thumbs pressed into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt-lips. Miriam sucked in her own stomach gaspingly as his thumbs massaged a moment, then pulled outward slowly, parting the soft pubic hair and exposing the moist red slit of Sara's vagina. The delicate bud of her clitoris was clearly visible, twitching into hardness a fraction above the stretched elastic entrance of her vaginal opening. The erotic sight caused Miriam to subconsciously writhe her own buttocks back against the bulge of Eli Baines' swollen member inside his pants. And simultaneously, the big man sent his thick finger sliding up inside her now dilating, moist passage, rising a moan of deep felt, ignominious pleasure from her throat, as she watched Frank Certi's head drop and his long, wet tongue snake out to flick teasingly at the palpitating tiny nub of raw nerve ends at the top of Sara's widely exposed cuntal slit.
Miriam gasped as Sara's body jerked at the shocking contact, causing her legs to clamp tightly about the attacking head, the soft inner thighs claiming it in a viselike squeeze. And suddenly, her hips began a rhythmic up and down movement to the taunting explorations of his lashing tongue. Miriam could hear the soft mewling noises gurgling up from Sara's throat and the gasps of the hard-faced onlookers as the girl slipped into a fit-full entrancement of ungovernable lust, and the upper portion of her body writhed insanely while her crotch danced wildly up against his face.
Miriam's mouth fell slowly open as she watched Sara squirm lustfully to the depraved sucking of her loins, while her own hips ground sensuously down onto the thick agitating finger Eli Baines had not stopped sawing up into her own passion mounting cunt. The sweet licorice taste of the Pernod moved lazily through her bloodstream heightening the sudden uncontrolled sensations that now coursed through her body against her will. She clenched her eyes tightly shut for a moment, struggling against the maddening fermentations with all of her strength, but the soft pinching of his teasing fingers against her throbbing nipple, and the thrusting of his thick finger into her hot, moist vagina brought forth soft moans of helpless submission to her lips.
A wave of humiliating shame again penetrated the glazed wall of desire her alcohol steeped brain had allowed his maddening caresses of her breasts and vagina to let overwhelm her, but it was only a fleeting experience and she sucked in a groan of pleasure as his finger continued to slide in and out of her wet and slippery passage, made so from the unwanted rising passion suddenly beginning to permeate her whole being. Her very reasoning seemed to be deserting her, leaving nothing but the building carnal pressures within her desire-wracked body. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, yet she could not for the life of her determine why. She was wet between her legs and her hips were squirming in involuntary rhythm down onto the thick finger pummeling into her delighted crotch.
Again, she watched in wide-eyed wonder as her buttocks undulated of their own volition back against Eli Baines' throbbing, still covered, huge shaft, and she saw Frank Certi's lips crawling up Sara's squirming body. They worked their way along slowly, pausing here and there at soft, sensitive spots to allow a quick flick of his snaking tongue, each one raising further groans of pleasure and frustration from between Sara's clenched teeth. It was then, for the first time, that she noticed his thick, heavy cock protruding from his hairy crotch. It looked as hard and mean as a rod of ironwood, sprearing out from the mass of jet-black-pubic hair covering his lean, muscular belly. It seemed to her enormously thick, yet she doubted even in her dulled brain that it would match the one throbbing between her buttocks at this moment; still she shuddered as she watched it hover above Sara's wide-spread vagina Miriam was certain he was going to ram it into her then, but he didn't. Instead, he slid slowly up along her sweat-filmed body and straddled her full breasts. She could see the bulging hillocks of flesh squeeze out from beneath Frank Certi's buttocks as he sank down on her breasts, pressing them flat onto her chest. His thick, heavy cock jutted forth erectly from his belly, with the chunky, purplish head scant inches above Sara's wet, gasping lips. Then, all of a sudden, the hard-faced man reached behind him with one hand to Sara's still writhing crotch, slipping his long middle finger between her wide open thighs, into the slippery depths of her wet, pink slit... skewering her just as Eli Baines was at this moment inside the moist pink flanges of her own tingling pussy.
Sara jerked as he routed it around inside her, teasing the lubricous, tender walls until Miriam saw her begin to pant and gasp, finally breathing a groan of complete surrender to the lascivious pillaging her naked body was submitting to.
Miriam watched her trying to squirm from beneath the tormenting attack, but the man's knees were holding her shoulders and arms tight to the floor. She was completely subjugated to his slightest whim. A lewd, almost sadistic grin stretched his thin mouth as he reached down with his other hand and stroked the underside of the head of his prick in a slow taunting oval around Sara's open lips. Her tongue suddenly lashed out greedily from between her white, even teeth, licking hungrily at the tiny orifice in its tip. Miriam's own tongue ran the length of her Lips as she saw a thin string of the white lubricant that seeped from the opening cling to Sara's tongue and stretch across her open mouth. She was straining upward and forward with her head, the cords in her neck standing out as she tried to suck and capture the teasing shaft into her mouth. Frank Certi laughed above her, keeping it just from her reach, allowing but the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside along the semen coated ridge underneath Sara coughed and strained until Miriam found herself laboring with her.
Now, her own breathing was matching in rhythm Sara's beneath the teasing cock. The muscles in her own body were as tense as a preying cat as she responded almost animalistically to the sensual arousement of Eh Baines' huge hands fondling and fucking into her. She had hardly felt it when he decided to strip her panties from her uncontrollable rocking loins, then her blouse, bra, skirt... until she stood cradled in front of him completely naked and behind her he bad unleashed the length of his mighty cock from his trousers for her to absorb in downward length back between her soft, quivering buttocks like a great teeter-tottering log. It's rigid hugeness was pressed deep into the sweat moistened crevice of her behind, throbbing unbelievably. She ground back against and onto it, imprisoned licentiously between it and the thrusting thick finger teasing deep in her vagina.
Baines had begun a gentle rocking motion that her ungovernable body had quickly responded to, one in cadence to Frank Certi's jerking hand fucking into Sara's writhing crotch before them.
Then, came a guttural noise from the depths of Sara's throat as the hard-faced man with a sadistic grimace, brutally caught at her long black hair, jerking her head erect, at the same time ramming forward, shoving his mean, thick cock deep into her mouth, the lust-inflated head nearly choking her. Miriam saw her catch at her breath, as she struggled with the huge instrument buried between her clasping lips... then, she watched as the girl began to suck at it voraciously, as if this moment with his huge, brutal cock shoved deep into her mouth was the culmination of all the erotic bliss she had been anticipating.
Frank Certi raised to his knees abruptly, jerking her head even more onto his prick as he plunged his finger into her crotch cruelly, buffeting her body back and forth viciously between his legs.
Miriam groaned aloud in distraught fascination as Sara sucked with elasticated lips glued toward the heavy prick fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as he withdrew the mean, lengthy shaft, and bloated obscenely each time he drove cruelly into her face. Her eyes had become glassy, almost animal-like in a wild lust that Miriam had never dreamed existed. Its very crudeness raised a groan to her own lips, her tiny tongue once more lashing out against their wet fullness as she sensed the hot fluids of her own passage wetting her thighs and the big man's pummeling hand that had never ceased its continuous thrusting deep up inside her.
Then, through the glass, she watched a second man enter the picture, pull away his clothes and his lesser sized penis stand out rigidly from his lean, young body as he grinned excitedly down at the man and woman on the floor.
"Johnny Rhodes," Baines whispered to her. "A no-good little prick... but you watch Sara squirm when she gets his cock up into her while she sucks Frank."
Miriam groaned at just the thought of his words as Frank Certi suddenly climbed off Sara and ordered her onto her knees. She seemed not to hesitate a moment as Certi knelt before her, once more plunging his cock deep into her receptive mouth and the one called Johnny Rhodes dropped down to crawl up behind her straining buttocks and lick moistly up and down the entire length of her sweating crevice, stopping abruptly to flick the tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
"Oh God," Miriam moaned aloud as she watched the tantalizing licking invade Sara's whole crotch, teasing at her like Satan himself. She quivered and drove her own buttocks unconsciously back tighter against Eli's massive throbbing cock between her buttocks and thighs, squirming uncontrollably down onto his ever plunging finger skewering into her slippery vagina. Dear God, there's nothing in this whole world like this feeling! Oh Peter... Peter!
Then, in spite of her own feelings, she stared unbelievingly as Sara reached back between her legs and closed her hand over the second prick ready to surge into her. She placed the blunt, throbbing head against the tight elastic opening of her wide-spread vagina, then she was lunged forward with the force of his brutal thrust, groaning loudly around Frank Certi's cock embedded in her mouth as the one belonging to Johnny Rhodes plunged unmercifully into her widely exposed cunt from behind, his balls slapping wetly against the gaping pink aperture in her crotch.
Eli Baines chuckled once more from behind and above her, flexing his heavy cock between her buttocks and thighs and hearing her responsive throaty purl. He said: "And just think, baby, the party hasn't even started yet. The main attraction hasn't arrived."
His words made little sense to her, the sensations swirling through her naked body completely destroying her every power of reasoning. Her alcohol drugged mind had lost any inhibition it might ever have claimed and she was hardly aware of anything but that she rode on the length of his huge thrusting cock between her legs, and that his thick finger was bringing continual delight to her crotch. And... and then, the door was being pushed open by the weight of her own body, suddenly swept up in the hands of this man... and she was being carried into the room where Sara Dexter on hands and knees was being ravished at both ends of her body...
"Well... here it is boys! The surprise of the evening," Eh Baines was saying, lowering her to the floor on her back. "She might give you a little trouble, but I expect you can take care of that."
Gruff laughter, whistles, 'ohs' and 'ahs' filled the room, and then someone said: "Same old story, eh Baines... about saving the best 'til last?"
More laughter.
Miriam groveled on the floor in her nakedness, trying to sit up and work herself to her feet. Dear God, he had deceived her! In the back of her mind, she realized, he was giving her to the mercy of these men she had never before seen in her life. Oh... Oh!
Suddenly, her head was jerked backward by a hand entangled in her hair and the shock jarred her brutally from the glazed half-depths of the velvet alcohol induced shadows.
"Miriam! Jesus Christ, Miriam!" a male voice exclaimed.
She fell back, legs half-spread obscenely, elbows resting upon the floor and tried to focus on the face above her. A male voice had called her name familiarly... a voice she thought she remembered. The blur above her slowly began to attain features. She strained hard... associating voice with memory and swaying, elongated face... At last...
Dear God! "Rick!" Rick Gilardo, her high school sweetheart! "Wh-what are you doing...?"
She never finished, only turned away in her semi-stupor, the tears once more welling up from her eyes to gush down the sides of her face onto the carpet "Know her?" Eli Baines addressed the young, well-dressed rep from Connecticut.
"Yeah... I know her... She owes me a debt... a real, real debt" Baines laughed. "You too, eh?"
Rick Gilardo looked to the big man, his young features suddenly tight, his eyes narrowed. He said: "I bow to sonority... but I ask you all to give me a real shot at this one... for old time's sake."
Once more, Eli Baines laughed heartily. He nodded. "Go ahead, kid, have your fill. You can't wear it out anyway."
A heavy laughter filled the room from the others, appreciating their host's vile humor, and Miriam rolled her head in despair, her clouded vision once more encompassing the sight and sounds of the three naked bodies not a foot away from her... Sara on her knees, her sucking mouth absorbing Frank Certi's long, mean shaft deep into her throat, little humming noises coming from her chest incessantly, as between her widespread buttocks from behind, the one called Johnny Rhodes battered his lean cock deep into her unresisting cunt.
"Well... go ahead, kid," Miriam distinguished Eli Baines' gruff voice. "We're giving you first shot."
Then, she made out the tall form of Rick standing at her feet, stripping his clothes away, his cruel handsome face twisted in a lewd, evil grin that forewarned of what she could expect was to come.
"Oh no... no!" Miriam cried out in shamed horror, as again she tried to squirm dizzily to her feet... but then other hands caught hold of her and she was roughly dragged back down to the floor and held there, arms outstretched on either side by two of the men whose identities no longer mattered to her.
Oh, dear God, Jesus in heaven! The vilest of all subjugations, of all humiliations is about to happen to me... and there's nothing I can do... I'm completely at their mercy... at Rick's mercy... and I know how he hates me for not marrying him! Oh... Peter, Peter... why did you bring me here? Please come... ? Please... please!
CHAPTER TEN
"How do you want it, damn you... suck or fuck?" Rick Gilardo spat down at her viciously as he dropped onto his knees between her feet and Miriam began to rock her head back and forth in utter abasement, tears of both rage and humiliation welling from her eyes to dampen her temples and the wisps of silken blonde hair that grew there. She tried to clutch her thighs tight together and squirm away, even kicking at him with her feet, but then, Eli Baines and another joined in, grabbing at her ankles and pulling them wide apart until she lay spread-eagle before and beneath him... this man she had jilted, and whom she knew held only malice for her.
"She sure don't like you, Gilardo," Eli Baines said, laughing and pulling the leg he held even further toward him, until her golden, hair-covered crotch and the pink slit that the soft gilded-down laced, opened a fraction before the greedy male eyes hungrily raking her naked, voluptuous curves.
"She shouldn't," Rick Gilardo said bitterly, his hands dropping to stroke his thick, rigid cock as he walked on his knees closer into the V of her luscious, imprisoned body. "She was supposed to marry me. But she did a run-out on me for a goddamned preacher. Now... now, I get even!"
"You mean... she threw you over for that collar-twisted creep she's married to?" Baines questioned in disbelief.
"She did, all right... and all I want is to show her what she passed up."
Baines laughed heartily, the others joining in. "Okay, Gilardo," he said. "You're entitled to it. Go get her... we'll keep score, eh boys?"
Miriam heard the conversation and continued to roll her head in abject horror. Oh God, God! Help me now! The pleas raced through her befogged brain as Rick threw himself forward onto her soft, cringing body, clutching at her full, erect breasts with clawlike hands, brutally twisting and pressing the tender white flesh, moving one hand down to her thighs to repeat the performance there, his face poised above her own, waiting for her to stop her moving head as she must do eventually. She did.
"Rick...! Oh God, Rick... don't, don't do this to me?" Miriam begged, and he plunged his mouth down onto hers, chewing at her lips savagely with his sharp, square teeth, while his fingers gnarled her left nipple painfully and the other hand dug into the flesh of her soft, white, inner thigh.
"I-I told you I'd get even... but I never dreamed it'd be this soon," he hissed down at her. "Okay... once more, how do you want it? Suck or fuck, you two-timing little bitch?"
And then, the voice of Sara Dexter penetrated the wall of horror, and once more Miriam was stunned into sheer disbelief.
"Fuck her first!" Sara was saying. "Let her do her sucking later. Fuck her the way her stupid husband fucked me last night Ram it right up into her tits! And I want to watch this... you blonde bitch!"
In the maze of faces and bodies, Miriam found Sara, still on her knees only inches from her, a wet, white string of viscid fluid dribbling down her chin, her naked body poised on all fours as her sparkling dark eyes seemed to dance at the torture Miriam was about to undergo. She couldn't believe it! Sara was her friend! Yet... yet... she'd said something about Peter and her... last night! Oh, dear God! No! No! Don't let it be true! Oh... Oh...!
She opened her eyes wide and looked down at Rick's thick, rigid shaft, it's blunt scarlet head pointed toward her menacingly. Dully, she thought, she had never remembered it as being this way that night they came so close in his car... even though she hardly remembered it at all... so big, so ugly looking, standing forward stiffly... waiting to plunge into her helpless unreceptive vagina...!
Oh God, no... no!
Once more, she tried desperately to fight with her arms and legs, but the strong unyielding hands holding her made her attempts futile. She cried out, but no one listened, and her eyes flicked closed again as if to shut away this horrible and unbelieving defilement of her helpless body. Again, she felt Rick fasten his wet, hungry mouth to her hardened nipple and his teeth sink cruelly into the erect, sensitive flesh. She groaned loudly with the agony, failing her head once more... and then she felt his weight lifting off her...
"Turn her over," Rick was saying, his breath coming harshly as he raised to his knees once more. "I want this to be something she won't forget for one hell of a long time."
Baines chuckled and signaled the others with a nod of his head, as helplessly Miriam was flopped over unceremoniously onto her belly, the tears still streaming down her face in despairing indignation.
"H-Hold her until I get it in," Rick said nervously, his voice quivering with the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this girl who should by all rights be his wife at this moment How many nights had she sent him home with his groin aching because he had respected her wish that they wait for their marriage bed?
Well, he'd waited... and somebody else had crawled into it... after she'd walked out on him... almost broken him up all together... until stupid Beth Evans had sunk her clutches into him on the rebound, blinding him with her promiscuous ass, and prodding him until now he was into the rackets up to his neck. And it was all her fault, this luscious bitch who had two-timed him
who lay helplessly spread out on her belly before him completely naked, and his long, thick cock ached like it had never ached in all his life. Christ, how he was going to enjoy this!
He dropped heavily onto the full length of her, forcing the breath from her lungs with the sudden shock of his weight, his face pressing into the clean soft odor of her blonde hair that he so well remembered.
Miriam winced under the attack, struggling weakly, but the unseen hands were holding her fast. Her arms were outstretched and held in a viselike, unbreakable grip. Her legs too, were held wide open to him, yet, she could feel his knees slowly and relentlessly forcing a harsh pressure to spread them further; scraping the tender backsides of her thighs and calves.
She strained with all her power to close them but it was hopeless. Again, she gasped, the breath bursting from her lungs, until at last she buried her face into the nap of the carpeting, her resistance all but broken. A soft, helpless moan escaped her as she felt the hardness of his penis make warm, wet contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, insinuating the full length of it along the narrow wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. Her shoulders were being held down tight to the floor so that her struggles were limited to her lower regions. Her buttocks squirmed and twisted beneath him, inciting his vengeful lust even more so.
"Raise up on your knees, sweetheart... for old time sake," he hissed venomously down into her hair.
She tried to stiffen her body more and pressed tighter against the floor. Bitter tears of anger and fear continued to dribble down her cheeks as she felt his smooth, naked skin against her own, covering the entire length of her prostrate body. She tried not to move after his command, knowing whatever she did now would only worsen her position. Suddenly, harsh hands raised her hips while another held to the back of her neck, holding her face and breasts tight to the floor, until her buttocks were lifted high to him and she made a momentary but fruitless effort to lurch forward and flatten them as the hand holding her neck tightened mercilessly, pushing her head downward against the hard floor until she feared her neck might snap.
"Now, just hold it right up there baby," a voice ordered cruelly, "else, I'll crack a vertebrae or two."
Miriam heard Sara laugh along with several of the men, causing further agony of utter hopeless despair to dig at the pit of her stomach. She relaxed, ceasing her struggles. It was useless to fight them... they would force her to give in the end, anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible humiliation and submission to their every obscene desire. Her body was a helpless piece of flesh to be used as they wanted in their animalistic search for satisfaction... fiendish, brutal satisfaction that wouldn't stop until they had spurted their hot, sticky sperm deep inside her soft and resilient body that was now almost beyond all resistance and care.
Peter had deserted her! Sara had bed... led her on into this vile trap to be ravished like some common slut... but why, she did not know. And now, Rick... Rick, whom, once she thought she had loved, was preparing to rape her! Dear God, she was all alone... completely defenseless... helpless before them! There was nothing... absolutely nothing, she could do...!
Kneeling behind her, Rick gazed down at the full white moons of her lovely buttocks stretched up in sacrificial offering to him, his eyes seething in hot, uncontrollable desire. Christ, he couldn't believe it! He had never seen them before... only dreamed of the erotic sight. God, how he had wanted her those three years... but never any more than he did right now. His balls tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow, teasing slit swaying in the air before him right now, without any further hesitation. But he wouldn't! No... he'd waited too long to get her like this to repay her for what she'd done to him... helpless and kneeling like a slave in front of him... he had to get the most from it!
The others, with the exception of Baines, were prodding him, but Rick held himself back, purposely torturing his ego a little more, building his anticipation for that moment when he would thrust forward and slide his throbbing, hard cock deep between the full white orbs of that proud little ass swinging gently and defeated before him. Oh Christ, did she have it coming to her... he wanted to break her... make her pay more than anything else in the world. He wanted to feel her squirming beneath him, making her need him as much as he needed her. That would be the ultimate conquest... the full payment for throwing him aside for that goddamned fanatic preacher... having her filled with repulsion and horrified with the thought of his cock fucking into her, and she suddenly turning animal, losing all control over herself, forgetting who she was, where she was, everything but the overpowering need to be fucked until she could no longer move. The thought of her helpless surrender sent electric-like jolts racing through his loins. His injured pride helped spur his shrewd cunning.
By Christ, he was going to make it happen one way or another; she was going to squirm and beg whether she wanted to or not!
For a few, long torturing moments he massaged his heavy, thick prick around in the narrow white crevice of her cringing buttocks, kneading the soft, quivering cheeks of flesh together around it to enclose it warmly. He leaned forward and planted a hot, wet kiss along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling the involuntary tremor of her body beneath him. She groaned slightly as her body shook, trembling from the moist contact at her loins and back.
And then, he eased back, running his long tongue slowly and wetly along the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her ass swaying uncertainly, high off the floor in front of him. He dropped his hands to the full, rounded buttocks, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft, resilient cheeks and pressed outward gently. He intended to surprise her. She expected violent, brutal treatment... had geared herself to fighting the pain and humiliation... but not the softness and pleasure he intended to lavish upon her. The unexpected tenderness and caressing of her genitals was going to snap all of her resistance like a twig. She wasn't prepared for that.
Miriam's buttocks clenched tighter together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly still keeping up a constant easy tension for what must have seemed an endless eternity to her, until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired, relaxing bit by bit He stole a look up at Eli Baines whose wet, rubbery lips were stretched in a lust-twisted grin. The big man winked down at him in knowing appreciation at his skillful patience while the others leaned in closer to watch. He saw Sara Dexter's open mouthed expression as she stared in salacious fascination at his. gentle manipulations. His face was crouched level with the thin, pink folds of flesh that covered her vagina and as he watched, eyes gleaming, they slowly parted before the near imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs, as with the easing of the agony and fatigue of resistance, she let her backside slip wider and wider apart.
Rick moved his face forward slowly, gently holding to her body, until it was mere inches from the silky, blonde pubic hairs covering the tender, velvety flanges of her pussy, and the odor was enticingly sweet as he remembered it, causing his nostrils to flare excitedly. He swallowed tightly as his thumbs pressured outward and her secret shrine flowered open to his locked gaze, until at last, it was completely open to him and the soft, inner coral-flesh blossomed into intoxicating view. It looked delicate and smooth and a slight dewy moisture from her secretions shown wetly on the soft inner flesh of her thighs.
Rick smiled, took a breath and blew softly into her. She squirmed abruptly and a faint groan fell from her now opened lips. She tried to writhe away from the taunting, but the restraining hands of his accomplices held her fast. Even so, she was becoming more quiet now, her movements more of a reflex from the tormenting touch of his hands and breath against the softness of her secret parts.
Miriam tried to hold back a rising groan she sensed building deep, deep down in her throat. His gentleness had surprised her; it was such a complete change from the way he had come at her at first, but it frightened her too. Why? What did he hope to gain with his sudden change of tactics... certainly not her admiration? Nevertheless, she sighed, letting her muscles that had been so keyed against their gruff hands relax into a looser tranquility... but now, there was something else... something replacing the cruel and abusive treatment she had first been subjected to. It was soft... almost feather-like, soft, wet and warm, and it was making strange magical circles along the length of her naked and unprotected back. She shuddered lightly as it traversed slowly down to the defenseless rounded orbs of her buttocks, so widely exposed behind her.
There was a pressure from somewhere; she felt a cool rush of air brush between the full spread globes of her bottom as the pressure increased in its intensity. Automatically, she again clenched her buttocks tightly together in rejection of the strange probe, but the pressure remained... gentle and lingering as her liquor-dazed mind puzzled over it. Then, it came once more and she couldn't hold back the moan building in her throat, "Oooohhhh," she sighed, her buttocks relaxing of their own volition in a greater feeling of warmth as suddenly her behind felt open and wet, with the ever constant pressure pushing outward again. Deer God, she didn't know what he was doing, but it was as if she couldn't fight it... any more than she had been able to fight Eli Baines when he held her watching at the door, his big hand caressing and inserted inside her sensitive vaginal passage. Another long mewl rolled uncontrollably from her open lips as she felt herself being pulled open wide by his magic hands that were making her lose touch with all reality. She thought momentarily of the people who stood looking on, watching this slow, maddening, tantalization of her naked, defenseless body... but then they drifted from her mind as the insane sensations in her loins and belly continued to increase.
Rick, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crevice of her soft, white buttocks wide open to him, offered an obscene grin up at Eli Baines. The big man nodded back at him, his thick tongue snaking out to wipe at his rubbery, spread lips. Rick could almost feel the thoughts running through her quivering body, and he knew he'd won with gentleness what he never could have had by brute force. He smiled as the cheeks of her heretofore clenching buttocks slowly relaxed even further in front of his eager face. He pride them wide apart, until all of her crotch stood open and unprotected before him... his now for the taking.
His head raised and he pressed his face forward, opening his mouth and pushing hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit. She squirmed from the sudden contact and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't slip away and with one quick lash of his warm, wet tongue, he thrust it forward between the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt.
He heard her gasp from the sudden, unexpected invasion into her sensitive, wet passage and a surprised sigh smothered itself in the nap of the carpet. She had jerked forward with the first, hot, teasing thrust in an involuntary spasm of delight, but slowly screwed her buttocks back against his face. Her vaginal channel contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long, smooth length of his tongue sunk deep up into her. Her breath exploded down against the carpeting in short, raspy sounds that worked into little purling grunts, and she twisted her face harder and harder against the thick, soft carpet as he began a sudden curling and flicking of the long, wet tongue lashing like a flame up inside her. He pressed his lips closer and began to torment the whole of her open backside, sucking and licking at it hungrily while her buttocks quivered and swayed around his face in near uncontrolled mounting desire.
"Well, I'll be goddamned," Prank Certi said to Eli Baines as he stared open mouthed with unbelieving eyes at her sudden and almost complete surrender to the wildly licking tongue of Rick Gilardo. "I'd never believed it of the stuck-up young bitch when you carried her in here."
Baines chuckled. He wasn't surprised. He knew about that hot little streak of lust she kept so cleverly under control deep inside her... and wasn't even aware of herself...
Chico Rodrieques was staring bug-eyed and loose-lipped, having released one hand from her shoulder to press tight against the outside of his pants where a small wet circle of seminal fluid had seeped through from the hard throbbing excitement of his aching cock. Then, he released her shoulder with his other hand, there no longer being any need to hold the subjugated girl, and saw that Sara had her eye on the thick, wet bulge of his pants.
"Jesus Christ!" Chico blurted, pulling at his belt and zipper as Sara rolled over onto her back, lifting her legs high and spreading her thighs wide open to him. He gurgled something in Spanish and dropped on top of her as she reached down anxiously between his legs to grasp his throbbing prick.
Rick continued to work slave-like behind the kneeling Miriam, his tongue withdrawing and plunging, making a wet sucking, sluicing noise with every lengthy thrust. Her groans had become one long, low, continuous whimper now, as he withdrew his snaking tongue suddenly from within the warm, smooth passage and found the hard, throbbing nub of her clitoris and licked. He pushed his face farther under her crotch and began to suck and tease at it almost fiendishly, nipping at it with his teeth, while she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in a lewd and maddening dance of erotic torment.
"Oooohhhh... ooohhh," she chanted, her body and mind completely out of control from the delicious and obscene sucking at her loins. With lewd and triumphant satisfaction, Rick could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with a vengeance that he doubted he was ever going to fully satisfy.
Her cunt flowered open wider and wider, and her moistness increased with every passing second that his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched hole. It ran in tiny, warm rivulets down the sides of his cheeks pressed tightly into the softness of her ass warmly enclosing his face, and down the insides of her smoothly working loins into the tender inner flesh of her hollowing thighs.
Damn her, he thought, she was almost ready to cum!
He felt it in the wild abandoned tempo of her body and knew it was time, time to ram his cock into her softness... just as he should have done a long time ago!
He wanted to feel that proud, little pussy throbbing around him when she reached that climax that was so near right now, and wanted to explode inside her soft, creamy belly with all the pent up vindictiveness he'd been nursing since she ran out on him so long ago. He truly wanted to show her what she'd given up for that prayer-spouting bastard she'd married; fill her full of his hot, white sperm while she helplessly screamed out her own cries of fulfillment. He never wanted her to forget the fucking he was going to give her... wanted her to remember it everytime she lay beneath that Texas do-gooder and in her heart wished that it was him, Rick Gilardo!
His long, thick cock ached from the anticipation he was building inside himself, while he sucked at her loins with increasing savagery. Then, abruptly, he stopped and moved more erect on his knees, working his hips into the now wet and glistening opening of her buttocks from behind.
Someone breathed heavily. "He's going to fuck her now," a voice that sounded to him like Johnnie Rhodes' said. There were more lewd words and sounds but Rick paid little attention to them.
Instead, he kneeled in close behind her now, his hips pressed tightly into the open crevice of her ass. He held his throbbing thick cock tightly between his fingers with the large, blood-filled head poised before the tight elastic opening of her palpitating cunt. He stared at the pink fleshy lips with lust gleaming in his eyes as they contracted and quivered around the soft frayed edges in her aroused passion. He ached all over with this longing for vengeance he had been nurturing so bitterly and the sight of her kneeling and bent before him as if in servile punishment, to be used as he saw fit and for as long as he felt like it.
His gaze was locked on the soft, creamy voluptuousness of her body, and he let his eyes drink their fill for a long moment, absorbing the contours of her soft, full behind curving sharply down into the narrow wasplike waist that looked as though it would break from the slightest pressure... but he knew better. On either side of his kneeling legs he could see her white, tapering thighs, all the way to her small, well-formed knees and then blossoming out again into the fullness of fine, shapely calves he well remembered. Instantly, the old vision of her lying on her back with the strength he knew those white calves possessed, locked tightly behind his ass pulling him into her, filled his mind. Once, he'd almost had her... but not quite. This time, the picture was different. But lying cradled on her belly, that would come later... right now his cock and testicles ached as they had never ached for anything before, and he had to ram it into her quick, before it was too late... before he shot his hot, sticky sperm all over those soft, full ass-cheeks kneeling helplessly before him.
He pressed her buttocks wider apart to see her exposed vagina even more clearly as he levered in closer to her. His cock jerked in his hand as suddenly her tiny, puckered anus drew his attention, just above the moist opening of her vagina. The temptation was great, but the thought slipped by as he felt a small drop of moisture slowly forming on the end of his tortured prick. He had to take her now or it would be too late; he couldn't hold it back another instant.
Again, he moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her wide-spread thighs as he could possibly go, then guided his throbbing cock forward using thumb and forefinger, tenderly parting the silky blonde pubic hairs with the rigidity of the lust-inflated head. He felt the warm, soft folds of the ragged edges of her cunt close wetly over the rounded tip of his cock.
He groaned heavily. Christ, he hadn't dreamed it could be so soft and tender. He let it lay throbbing momentarily, trapped within the delicious layers of moist, ready flesh.
Heads were bent in closely all around him, observing the spectacle, the rasping of their hot breaths loud in his ears. Even Sara, who Chico had just finished fucking, had crawled in close to observe, while Eli Baines had dropped to his knees and moved his big hand beneath Miriam, fondling and caressing one breast in his massive hand, while his wet mouth hung open loosely.
Christ almighty, NOW! Rick thought. He flexed his buttocks, feeling all the hatred he had let build inside himself suddenly pour forth as he wormed salaciously into the warm, wet flesh of Miriam's cunt He gasped aloud as he felt the tight, hot walls of her contracting pussy soothingly absorbing, then moistly enclosing over the stone-hard length of his surging cock.
"Ooooaaaggghhh!" she grunted beneath him as he soared into her, the massive head pushing the smooth, resilient walls of velvety flesh before it in rippling waves. The surprise of his assault caused her whole body to respond with a quaking shudder of pain and fear, similar to those she bad experienced before the rapture of the wet, tender probings of her vagina had begun.
Oh God! It had come again... all of the vile reality of her shame and humiliation... along with the anguish of pain. She felt her thighs and buttocks being swept wide apart by Rick's long, thick cock burrowing into her mercilessly from behind.
"Goddamn... she looks tight!" Johnnie Rhodes blurted and Miriam heard, associating the voice with the man. "Christ, what a cunt!"
She made a painful groan even though, surprisingly, there was no pain. She was wet and open, and he slid into her easily from the warm, moist secretions that had flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations of his tongue only moments before... and the manipulations of Eli Baines' thick finger before him, which Rick knew nothing about But her sudden groan had risen from the instant degrading realization that she was hopelessly trapped between the ruthless men in front of her and Rick's ugly, rampaging cock skewering into her from behind.
"Oh... Oh God, stop... stop!" Miriam screamed back at him as the hands tightened to hold her in position, helpless tears of frustration and humiliation flooding again from her terror-stricken eyes. But there was no respite, the intrusion deep in her dilated vagina grew and expanded before his continual assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of hard muscular loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he pressed forward with all his strength to sink it as deep inside her quivering belly as he possibly could.
Miriam groaned piteously beneath him, her face rubbing harshly against the soft carpeted nap of the floor, the pressure from behind taking her breath away with every lunge. Her vagina felt twisted and stretched beyond belief. She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep the long, hard fleshy staff from imbedding itself further, but it was useless. Her struggling only served to incite him further, as her wet and warm vaginal walls in protest against the unwanted entry, clasped around his long thick prick like a rubbery, lubricated glove, making his rigid, huge cock grow inside her until she felt stretched and filled in her belly and loins beyond all possible imagination.
Her back had begun to ache excruciatingly from the cruel position she was held in, but when she tried to move ready hands quickly pressed against her shoulders to hold her stationary. She felt other hands too, roaming lewdly over all her body not occupied by Rick pressed tight into her buttocks from behind. Her breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by the kneeling, naked men surrounding her. They were harsh, cruel fingers that brought her tiny, budlike nipples to an involuntary erection from the viciousness of their naked contact with her soft, tender flesh.
Another hand coursed along the ridges of her cruelly bent spine and followed it down to the juncture of her buttocks where quickly and without preparation, a finger was thrust deep into the confines of her tight, unsuspecting anus. Miriam jumped from the first painful intrusion and cried out. "Agggghhhh! Oh, God, don't... don't!' Rough laughter echoed in a circle around her obscenely positioned body.
She froze to ease the pain a bit... and momentarily, it lessened as her back passage slowly became adjusted to the abnormal intrusion.
Again, she protested, but her cries were useless. Her vaginal channel felt expanded and torn beyond any possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her loins with the long, thick finger sunk deep up her rectum made the feeling all the more intense. She tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with the stillness of her body, but the finger grabbed and twisted deeper, routing and expanding her anal passage until she feared it would split from the near unbearable pressure. The hand cupping her naked breast was huge... like Eli Baines', and it twisted and squeezed with his brutal thoroughness, teasing and pulling at every part of their young, round firmness until she thought they would burst from the painful manipulations.
Kneeling behind her bent and trembling form, Rick flared his nostrils and began fucking in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. His strong hands held tight to the rounded curves of her hips, slipping the moist sheath of her stretched and quivering cunt back over the thickness of his hard driving cock with merciless ferocity.
But this was not still not enough for the vengeance-filled Rick Gilardo. She was bent before him, taking him like a servile slave because she had to... because there was nothing else she could do, but she was giving him back nothing... only taking. He had to have more; he raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and out strokes, and brought it down stingingly against her full quaking buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed resoundingly through the room. Miriam's scream followed sharply.
"Damn you, move that ass!" he snarled from behind her. "And move it good, baby... for old time's sake, eh?"
Miriam whimpered in both pain and shame, but complied without hesitation. She was aware enough by now to know that his hatred for her could only mean further abuse if she defied him. She rotated her buttocks slightly with her first cautious experiments, then, feeling no pain, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her naked behind back against his hard driving pelvis as though she were glued to it "Come on, move it! Shake it!" he hissed through tightly clenched teeth as he felt her begin to react to his hands digging into her undulating hips.
"Oh God... oh... oh... oh!" Miriam exclaimed again and again, as she bucked beneath him to his command. All pain had seemingly left her and a weird sensation of happiness suddenly tingled through her helpless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation sent strange masochistic pleasures flooding through her bloodstream. Her hips continued to gyrate in a lewd abandon rhythm with the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her.
Wild eyed, Rick continued his violent sawing motion in and out of Miriam's moist, wide-stretched cunt, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the floor. The finger embedded in her tight-clinging rectum joined the pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought both groans of pain and gasps of pleasure from the lips of her wide-open mouth in time to their simultaneous tempo.
"Ooohhh God," she moaned. "Oooooohhh yes... yes... Do it to me, Rick! Do it to me harder...!"
She squirmed her body lewdly around, among the myriad of hands and fingers that crawled lasciviously like tiny spiders over her tingling flesh.
"Do what to you?" Rick hissed down at her. "What do you want me to do, baby?"
"Oooohhhhh... fuck me... fuck me... fuck meee!" she wailed back at him, her face turned sideways on the carpet now so that he could look down on it and see with lust-filled eyes, the effect it was having on her. "Oooohhh... God almighty...!" she crooned as he shot his long, thick cock into her, expanding with every stroke, while the other plunging finger drubbed mercilessly into her anus like another prick... She was a prisoner, a helpless prisoner to the erotic rape of her cunt and rectum... trapped, between them hopelessly.
"You like it, eh, baby?" he spat between bared, clenched teeth. "You double-crossing little bitch! So beg me... you hear? Beg me!"
"Oh God, don't stop! Oh... fuck it hard, Rick darling! Don't ever stop fucking me!" Miriam grunted and mewled against the rough nap of the carpeting, gyrating her upturned ass faster and faster, endeavoring to keep up with the monstrous shafts of flesh and finger that were pummeling into her unceasingly. But then, suddenly she felt the seething rod hammering into her throbbing cunt beginning to expand and jerk... almost to the bursting point.
"No! No! Wait! Not yet...!" she whimpered in desperation, but it was too late. Rick's eyes rolled helplessly in his head and his heavy bloated balls began pumping spurt after spurt of his hot, white sperm deep into her wildly contracting belly. She ground her naked crotch up tightly against his pelvis in a futile effort to stop the flow, but her very eagerness defeated her purpose. The rubbing clasp of her pussy milked it clean, the last drop of his hot, vengeful load sloshing around deep inside her dilated womb.
But there was little time to mourn the loss as Rick's deflating penis eased limply from her throbbing cunt with a wet, sucking sound, for instantly, Miriam felt new strong hands clutching at her hips from an unidentifiable body suddenly kneeling behind and between her open thighs. She waved the stretched orbs of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end of his cock pressing into the open moist slit in her crotch. Again, she felt the finger working in her rectum, while with a grunt her new assailant shoved cruelly forward, burying his long fleshy instrument deep up her vagina, causing her to jump forward with the force of the lunge.
And then, suddenly there was another movement around her head, and she felt her upper torso being lifted and a body slipping beneath her face. In panic, she raised her eyes to see Johnnie Rhodes' lust-twisted grin, and then she looked down to see his long, thin cock only inches from her face. At first, she tried to fight him, but dazedly realized the uselessness of the struggle. Resignedly, she let him open her lips with his fingers and slide his prick into the warm, wet cavern.
She could feel the alien size of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. He had grasped both sides of her head viselike between his thin, strong hands and was holding it firm. He began to saw into her face viciously, causing her to gag as he rammed it half-way down her throat, its full length disappearing between her wide-stretched ovaled lips almost to the hilt. Suddenly, his balls slapped harshly against her chin, the wiry black hair covering them tickling like the brush of a feather. She struggled for breath, catching small gasps of air on the outstroke.
Oh God... Jesus! Miriam groaned inwardly as they buffeted her back and forth like a toy between them, using her helpless, defenseless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their lewd, seething sperm. She felt hardly human any longer, for it seemed that the debasing ravaging of her body had been going on for a never-ending eternity.
Then, the very helplessness of her position raced through her mind once more, and the obscene mental vision of her body being fucked at both ends, between two lust-filled men lewdly incited her, causing the hunger in her belly to begin churning out of control once more. She began to undulate her buttocks again with vigor, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the hard, thick shaft boring into her.
She found herself sucking voraciously at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating obscenely with his vicious thrusts. She had never even dreamed what a cock might taste like and suddenly she delighted in exploring its every ridge and wrinkle. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into the tiny split at its end. God, she wanted it to shoot into her mouth... to swallow it and feel it dribbling down her throat
to fill her belly with it just as the one ramming into her from behind would fill her cunt! OhGod!OhGod! And then! It all came true! Even as her own belated orgasm began to rise inside her, she sensed the cock fucking into her from behind, jerk and begin spewing its white, hot load deep up into her clasping cunt It splashed insanely around inside her and foamed from the hair-lined lips onto the drenched pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly against her exposed clitoris, causing her body to jerk spasmodically forward, driving the cock in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt Then, it too burst, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her throat her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts spewing from it She swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating prick, fearful of losing even a tiny drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets seeped from the comers of her mouth as he collapsed beneath her and his shrinking penis slithered lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid liquid stretching from her lips to his flaccid cock below her.
Almost insanely, she screwed her buttocks tightly back onto the still squirting prick in her cunt and with a banshee-like wail from between her tightly clenched teeth, she felt her body explode into what seemed an inexhaustible array of colorful bursting stars... and she continued to whimper until the very life seemed to drain out of her, and she fell forward across the body still beneath her, the useless cock slipping limply from her wet, still clasping pussy... and then, the lights of the room slowly began to fade before her eyes...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was approximately one-hundred miles from Nineveh-Bend along Route 3 through the White Mountains and across the border to Montreal, but it hadn't taken that long for Peter to come to his senses. Long before he had arrived at the warehouse on Rue St. Jacques in the waterfront section of that old city, and was given the valise of merchandise by the ugly looking little Frenchman, Peter had convinced himself that a clean breast of the whole thing to Miriam was the only way. One lie only led to another and another, each necessary to hide the one previous, until very soon, one's whole life was a lie.
But that was only a small part of his failing. He'd let his mind become warped in his misshapen, or was it perhaps, misguided ideas concerning love and sex. Whichever, was unimportant, only that now he realized the truth. In fact, he had subconsciously spoken the very words to Sara when he'd said: "God knows ifs normal enough to be filled with desire... You're a human being, one of His own creatures. Ifs the very way He made you, isn't it?" Those were the words he had used in his seduction... seduction? He smiled to himself. That was questionable too, wasn't it? The feeling had come to him, once his eyes had been opened to his own twisted ideas, that he had been cleverly maneuvered into a compromising position... one that would be extremely beneficial to Eli Baines, both in the school-land situation, and in this... whatever he was participating in... escapade. As yet, he was not certain what the valise in the back seat contained, but once back over the border, state-side, he intended to find out.
Right now, as he raced the heavy Buick south, he was more concerned with the anguish he had caused his beloved Miriam. Dear Lord, when he thought of the times since their wedding that she had tried to bring true love to both of them, and how in his distorted conception of love and wife and marriage he bad almost ruined their lives all together. Now, he would make it up to her... if she'd still have him, and forgive him for his brutal ignorance. Dear God, he prayed that she would! He loved her so very, very much... and he would make it up to her... if he could just hold her in his arms once more and tell her everything. He was that sure of her character that he knew she would understand, once he confessed the whole truth with all the reasons underlying his infidelity.
At least, he thought, if the tables were turned, he knew that he could forgive her anything... anything in this whole world.
He lay heavy on the accelerator, his heart filled with thoughts of his Miriam, his wrath for one Eli Baines growing in leaps and bounds... but if he were right he already had a plan to take care of the latter. It was the former that he was most concerned with.
He sped on through the night, his mission now firmly implanted in his mind.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Miriam stirred restlessly on the bed. She opened her eyes to what registered in the back of her mind as gentle caresses. She first saw that she was completely naked, and then she realized that she was uncovered... cold. Her body ached... but the gentle hand stroking her hip and side was soothing... and momentarily, she felt comforted.
Where was she? Her head swam dizzily when she opened her eyes wide enough to encompass her surroundings. She was in a bedroom... not their own... Peter? Caressing her... ? And then, it came back! All of it, swooping down over her and completely engulfing her like a vivid, horrible nightmare. She bolted upright to a sitting position, twisting her neck to see whose hands... Dear God! Luke Dexter!
The handicapped man's appallingly scarred and bullet-deformed face gaping at her nakedness was enough to raise the scream of terror in Miriam's throat, but as she opened her mouth to loosen it, Luke Dexter moved with unbelievable lightened speed, clamping his hand over her mouth, his other going around her naked back to hold her tightly to him.
Miriam struggled desperately, but uselessly, her brain reeling in abject fright as the hideous creature held her unable to move in his strong hands while unintelligible grunting sounds came from deep in his throat and he shook his head negatively. His pleading eyes were what caused her to lessen her straining battle and stare at him. He was trying to tell her something.
Trustingly, he removed his hand from her mouth and eased back away from her, then, with motions he attempted to make her understand. They were crude gestures, but intelligible. He wanted to help her escape! He pointed toward a window, then to her and himself, almost in an Indian sign language that said: We will escape through the window... I know, the way... Hurry! Miriam pointed to her nakedness, embarrassedly.
The other made a weird attempt at an appreciating grin, then turned away and moved toward a closet, dragging one leg limply behind him. As she watched him, it occurred to Miriam that this man was not the useless imbecile he was thought to be. His eyes had given him away. Horribly handicapped, yes, but only physically, not mentally... and as she suddenly remembered the shocking change that bad taken place in Sara Dexter before her very eyes her willing, lewd performance with all of those men and Eli Baines, she began to fit the picture together slowly.
Luke brought something from the closet and handed it to her. It was a woman's black coat, probably Sara's, she thought, taking it and quickly wrapping it around her to cover the nakedness of her still aching flesh that Rick Gilardo and the others had so brutally ravished.
Luke watched her hungrily as she covered herself, then took her hand to lead her toward the window, while Miriam silently prayed to herself that she was doing the right thing and that they would get safely away from this horrible place, even as her brain still whirled with the effects of the liquor she had drunk.
* * *
Luke Dexter, as familiar as he was with the vast grounds surrounding Mansion-House, had no idea that the hard-faced men who came this time had posted their own outlying guards for protection. He was well aware why they should, all of them being racketeering dealers in narcotics, but the fact that it had never been done before had misled him. All the same, even had he known, he would've carried through with his plan to destroy Eli Baines and his murdering slut of a wife... but he would have moved more cautiously and known how to avoid those outposted guards.
The preacher's beautiful wife had been another wrench in the gears. He liked her, and had damn near broken in on them when they were holding her down and making her fuck and suck them. God, he could've killed all of them with a good heart, but he hadn't been stupid enough to think he had half a chance against the lot of them. So, he'd waited his chance and quietly gotten her out of there...
They thought him an imbecile... a stupid animal... a human vegetable without sense or feeling, and had driven him to live with the beasts in the barn, to eat with them, sleep with them... even mate with them in his lonely agony, and he had endured it all, waiting his time... perhaps, even learning that animals were more desirable and loyal than many humans, he thought...
But now, as they moved in the inky shadows of night, noises both in front and behind them caused him to freeze in his tracks and to squeeze Miriam's hand in tight warning. His brain raced as he realized if they were caught this way it would mean the complete end of all his plans. Ahead, he saw a darker shadow moving toward them "That you, Barney?" a guttural voice sounded.
Then, from behind, another voice said: "I'm back here. Was that noise from you, Deke?"
"What noise?" the one called Deke questioned.
"I heard something... " said Barney.
Luke felt Miriam's hand quiver within his own. He steeled himself, making his decision. They were caught... it was the only hope. Suddenly, he threw both arms around Miriam and began to grunt loudly as she let out a scream at the abrupt action.
"What the hell...!" Deke growled, and then the two men closed in on them.
* * *
Sara lay on the floor, her exhausted legs obscenely falling away from the spent body of Chico Rodrieques for the second time, while the others gazed on in half drunken stupor just as the door was flung open and two men ushered Miriam Sheldon and her own moron husband into the room. And damn her soul, Sara thought, she's wearing my good black coat...
"What the hell's going on?" Eli Baines, the only one of them left with clothes on, barked.
Deke laughed. "The gargoyle here caught one of your chicks trying to get away. We heard him struggling in the brush."
"Thought maybe you wouldn't be quite through with a luscious cunt like this," Barney said, grinning lewdly. "Anyway, you can thank this creep. He caught her."
Baines looked from one to the other of them while Miriam cringing in terror, wept bitterly. Once again, had been betrayed.
Oh, dear God... let me die... let me die! The big man reached forward, entangling his huge band in her long blonde tresses, while with the other he tore the coat from her naked body.
"So," he snarled, "thought you'd try a little runaway, eh?"
"Oh God! Let me go!" Miriam cried. "Haven't you done enough to me already...?"
Raines leered down at her brutally. "Not quiet, my little bitch. I was just being kind to you... letting you have a little rest between shows, but you took advantage of me... and you're going to be awful goddamned sorry you did that when I get through with you" Miriam looked wildly around the room, in the faint hope that she might find one sympathetic face... and then she saw Rick, still naked, his hand stroking his ugly, rigid member as he slowly moved toward her. She began shaking her head.
"Oh no, Rick... my God, no... not again, please.. please?"
Eli Baines shoved her forward into the young man's waiting arms then nodded to the two guards to leave. To Luke, he said: "Well, stupid, you did all right... in fact, you deserve a reward... wouldn't you say so Sara?"
Sara shuddered at the mere sight of her husband. "Get... get him out of here, Eli. My God, I can't stand the sight of him... "
"Shut up!" the big man ordered. "He stays... and gets his reward... eh Luke?"
Luke made a grunting sound of appreciation while the other hard-faced naked men grinned and chuckled.
"Wh-What kind of reward?" Sara stammered, looking up at them wide-eyed, a further sensation of revulsion gripping at her stomach.
The big man grinned as he began to undress, his lewd beady eyes concentrated on the lovely body of Miriam, who Rick Gilardo was forcing reluctantly down onto the floor with him. Without looking at Sara, he said: "You're his wife, baby... so give him his reward... "
"Oh, dear Jesus, no! No!" Sara exclaimed, but no one was paying any attention to her as Luke began to drag himself over toward her prostrate body.
* * *
Sara lay on her side, her back to her husband, her mind filled with nauseating revulsion at even the thought of him touching her, but as yet, he had not laid a hand on her, only lowered himself behind her and was lying perfectly still But there was no way she could avoid it, she realized, because Eli had given the order and she knew better than to defy him... even question him. Her only hope was that he hadn't decided to throw her oneside for this blonde bitch who lay on her back in obvious humiliating torment between him and Rick Gilardo only inches away from her.
For a moment, Sara was certain that Miriam was going to scream as the two of them roamed their hands over her at will, but then she saw the tears of despairing resignation streaming down her cheeks and that her spirit had been completely broken.
She watched in growing fascination, her own excitement beginning to mount at the sight of Eli's big hands coursing lewdly over Miriam's sensuous young body lying helplessly between them. They were working over her almost as if she was a new arrival... hadn't already been fucked and forced to suck once before this night, and she knew it was just Eli's sadistic way of bringing further humiliation and degradation to her.
"Let's spread them a little, Mrs. Reverend," Eli hissed down at her, his hands caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh just below her golden hair-covered pink slit, a wicked gleam lighting his small eyes lewdly. "You know... you never should've tried to run away on me."
Sara's breath caught in her throat as Miriam slowly spread her legs a few inches, her shame still obvious in her tears.
"Oh, come on baby," Rick chimed in. "You can do better than that Wider... wider... so I can get another good look at the luscious cunt of yours."
Miriam complied, knowing better than to refuse, until each man on either side of her raised one of her legs over their hips, and she knew by the feel of cool air against her crotch that the swollen lips of her vulva were flowing open before their lust-inflamed eyes.
"Mmmmmm... I think that's going to be real tender fucking this time, Rick," Baines said.
"Yeah... once we get it stretched again. It looks like its all tightened up in there."
They both laughed as Sara watched the degrading humiliation of Miriam in fascinated glee. God, how she hated this bitch who had so disrupted her life, and the sight of the torment they were subjecting her to was exciting her beyond belief. It pleased her to see the preacher's proud wife lying there with her legs helplessly apart, probably feeling more naked and ashamed than she had even felt the first time when they'd made her kneel on the floor. Now, she wasn't even trying to stop the flow of tears rolling down her cheeks as she lay helplessly between these two vile, lecherous men who were forcing her to listen to their lewd words and accept their obscene caresses without resistance.
'Til bet she'll be a better fuck this time, Eli," Rick Gilardo said, raising his head to look closer between her legs where the big man's thick middle finger had begun to taunt the ragged lips of her cunt He greedily watched it trail up the tightly closed slit, parting the silky vaginal hairs and feeling the soft, moist pink flesh, and seeing it jerk back from the sudden contact. Then, Baines dug into the snug, unwanting vaginal opening and they both felt her shudder from the abrupt sensation.
Sara felt her own belly quiver sensuously at the lascivious scene, and her loins commenced to tingle once more as she became dimly aware of a hand on her naked hip... Luke's hand. She heard him rustling lightly behind her and knew he was removing his clothes, but she tried not to think of who lay behind her by concentrating her eyes on the lurid positioning of Miriam's defenseless body in front of her.
Then, Luke, with both hands on her hips was raising her to a kneeling position, so that she was on all fours with her face above Eli's body and looking down at Miriam between the two of them. Oh God, she thought, as long as she didn't have to see his face, maybe it would be bearable... and then she felt the hardness of Luke's blunt cock nuzzling at the small puckered ring of her anus, as if she were one of his pet animals, and quickly she reached between her legs grasping the thick, rigid prick, pulling it down between the moist lips of her cunt and backing onto it until she could feel the hot, throbbing head insinuate itself between the tender folds of flesh... Christ, she'd almost forgotten how huge he was! He moved forward and with one long, sleek stroke, slid it all the way up into her soft quaking belly.
Oh Christ, he was a horse! she thought, moaning loudly as she felt the hard, rubbing head graze against her cervix, the entire length of it imbedded as far into her vagina as it could possibly go. But God... how good it felt! This stupid, imbecile prick... ground all the way into the very depths of her cunt until she was almost certain it would burst into her throat. Her mouth fell open loosely and she began squirming back onto it further while he rotated it deep inside her, causing the blood-filled rubbery head to massage the mouth of her womb in an erotic, delightful rhythm that raised deeper moans from her chest as she watched with unblinking eyes the performance of the two men with Miriam's soft white body.
Eli was working at her completely exposed crotch, his thick fingers sliding in and out of her, taunting her clitoris and causing her to writhe her buttocks uncontrollably at his expert touch, while Rick raised little moans of whimpering, painful protest from her lips as he sucked and gnawed at the erect pink nipples of her swollen breasts.
"Now, she's coming back to us," Eli said, grinning. "She's getting nice and wet and open... almost ready to fuck."
Miriam rolled her head back and forth in shame, clenching her eyes tightly shut to close out their triumphant, leering faces.
"Who's going to be first?" Rick breathed anxiously.
"Why first?" replied Baines with a question of his own. He continued to grin. "Why not both together... you, for old time's sake... me, to teach her it doesn't pay to run out on Eli Baines."
"Christ...!" Rick blurted. "How?"
"Me in back... you in front."
"At the same time?"
"Hell yes... we want her to remember this, don't we?"
"Damn," said Rick, staring at the other. "Can she take us both... ? Together, I mean?"
Baines chuckled goatishly. "We'll soon find out," he said, continuing to tease his fat, thick finger around in the awe-stricken Miriam's moist, dilating cunt.
"What about that preaching husband of hers? What's he going to say when he gets here and finds out...?"
Baines laughed outright. "Who the hell cares what he says? He's going to be up to his fire-and-brimstone ass for smuggling that "H" over the border... so there isn't much he can say, is there? And if this little blonde cunt wants him to go on living... she better cooperate... and I think she knows it," Oh God! Oh God! Oh dear, dear God! So, that's what happened to my darling Peter! This filthy beast involved him too! And now if I don't submit to both of them at the same time, he'll do something terrible to Peter! Dear Jesus... they'll kill me! Split me apart... with both of them together putting their huge things into me! But... but if I don't let them... ? Oh God, better I should die than Peter! Ifs all my fault... all of it!
Sara could hardly believe what she'd heard. Even in her half dazed, passion-blinded state from the horrendous idiot cock fucking into her from behind, the shocking meaning of their words registered. They were going to sodomize her and fuck her at the same time! Cripes, it was impossible! They would rip her apart... stretch her forever...! And she was too far gone in her shameful degradation to fight them; she'd let them do whatever they wanted without the slightest sign of resistance... Then, the sudden obscene vision of the perverted, unnatural ravishment about to take place right before her eyes raised a moan of lewd excitement from her and she skewered her buttocks tighter back against her husband's surging prick, as he increased the tempo of his long, smooth strokes soaring into her.
Suddenly, Eli withdrew his fingers from Miriam's wet, stretched emit and got to his knees. "Let's turn her over on her belly," he said, and together they did, Miriam offering them no resistance. She no longer struggled, but the other hard-faced men looking on in their naked, drunken stupors, their own throbbing, rigid shafts in their hands, could hear the gasps of shame and humiliation rolling from between her lips.
Her soft buttocks quivered in fear as Eli Baines separated her legs by grasping her ankles and spreading them apart indecently, until she finally whimpered: "Oh, please... please no... no... "
She tried to roll away but Rick held her fast as Sara swallowed tightly at the sight of Eli Baines running his hand up along the sensitive, soft white flesh of her inner thigh until he reached the pink, moist slit of her cunt, then slowly drew his hand through its wetness and on up through the tight split of her full, round buttocks, finally taking both hands to press outward against the moon-shaped cheeks, parting them to expose the tiny, puckered, hairless anus nestled defenselessly in the smooth crevice of her ass. The cleft was so deep and inviting that Sara trembled in her mounting excitement, and her own cunt throbbed from the effect of the lewd, erotic spectacle, while from behind her Luke rasped heavily as she automatically flexed her cuntal muscles tighter around his thrusting cock.
His wide, bulging eyes were only scant inches from Miriam's soft trembling buttocks and she watched in lewd fascination as the blonde girl moaned, endeavoring to hold closed her soft rounded cheeks against Eli's strong, probing hands, but it was futile. Eli ground his finger brutally into her soft, tender flesh and she quickly relaxed with a groan of pain, reluctantly letting him have his way.
Sara stared in building, wild intoxication as Eli pressed forward with his thick, middle finger at the tiny pink ring of her anus and Miriam lurched and cried out at the agonizing, abnormal invasion into the tight, spongy orifice, but she was held secure and again she wailed as the finger popped inside her, sinking to the first knuckle in her unreceptive rectum.
"Auugggghhhh!" she choked, fighting back by clenching her buttock-cheeks as tightly together as she could.
"Open your ass!" snarled Baines brutally. "Open up!" And he thrust downward mercilessly against her useless resistance until the thick digit plunged into the soft, rubbery channel to the very palm of his hand and she cried out pitifully, at last, relaxing the tight globes in resigned surrender.
Sara licked at her lips lustfully as she watched him begin to massage and stroke his huge cock in one hand while the other continued to rout and plunge the heavy finger into her unresisting anus, lewdly stretching the warm rubbery passage in preparation for the unbelievable entry that was to follow. She lay spread-eagle on her belly completely exposed beneath him, and as Sara stared, she saw him pull the heavy foreskin of his prick back, exposing the hardened, lust-bloated head, then aim it directly at the crinkled little hole he had stretched to his satisfaction with his prodding finger.
Again; he spread her buttocks open wide with his thumbs, then leaned forward to slowly draw the massive head of his cock up through her moist, opened cunt-lips. Miriam jerked at the soft contact, her muscle tensing as Eli laid the entire full length of his thick cock into the soft, spread crevice of her ass, its tip poised at her snug throbbing anus. Then, he levered himself to his elbows and moved his hips forward, guiding the end of his rigid cock directly into the flexing little opening of her back passage.
Once more, Sara's breath caught in her throat and a moan escaped her involuntarily as she watched only inches away while the brutally stiffened shaft popped suddenly through the tight, resisting sphincter, her mouth loose and agape as she stared at the tiny orifice stretching obscenely to slip over and absorb the probing tip of the fat man's huge cock. She saw the big man grin at Rick Gilardo triumphantly, just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burrowing half of the fleshy, turgid staff into the soft, velvety passage of the helpless girl's rectum. Miriam screamed with the agony, her buttocks jerking and twisting beneath the depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper, for with each buck and lurch of her tortured body, Eli Baines' massive prick skewered that much further into her desperate resisting anus.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Ooooooohhhh... Ohhh Jesus! No... no... you're splitting me apart... Oooohhhhh!" Miriam coughed, choked and screamed as faces moved closer in to observe Baines' great cock slipping relentlessly into the warm, velvety depths of the helpless girl's rectum... until it was sunk, unbelievably to the very hilt. She had stopped jerking and fighting, realizing in dazed panic that her only respite from the agony was to lay deathly still, for it was useless to resist the depraved attack of these lust-crazed brutes whose only desire was to further degrade and humiliate her to satisfy their animal passions. The pain was almost unbearable from his inhuman penetration of her rectum and if she moved but the slightest it only served to press him deeper into her, expanding the tight channel to more agonizing widths.
"Christ, baby... it's the tightest asshole I think I've ever been in," Baines leered through clenched teeth from above her. Then, he suddenly began to rise from her, but his hands clutched at her hips and brought her up and back with him until she was on her knees, the move reaming her insides unmercifully. Again, she cried out, but no one heard. And then, she felt him withdrawing and stroking with hard short thrusts into her, forcing additional groans of pain and degradation from her tortured throat Rick Gilardo, on his knees beside them, his eyes gaping wildly at the depraved union, was beside himself in his lust. He clutched her breasts and ran his hands over her body cruelly, twisting and gouging at her soft, white flesh until he thought he would lose his mind.
"Goddamn! Turn her over will you?" he blurted at Barnes who was concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of flesh that pulled from her wide-stretched rectum each time he withdrew his thick prick from the painfully tight channel.
Finally, the big man heard his pleas, caught his hands tightly to her hips once more and rolled to his side, pulling her backward on top of him, further groans of pain emitting from her lips, as he lay out-stretched beneath her, her full length back tight against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his own while his massive, palpitating cock lay interred to its very hilt up into the deepest recesses of her rectum Rick Gilardo crawled on top of her ruthlessly, forcing his legs between hers and Eli Baines', thrusting her thighs even farther apart and grasping his stiff, aching cock to guide it quickly into the moist, stretched channel of her vagina.
"Oooohhhh, my God!" Miriam groaned as it slipped up into her until she felt his balls smack tightly against the spread cheeks of her buttocks, joining the other invading monstrosity imbedded deep in her ass. She whimpered loudly in agonizing, debased shame, caught between these two evil, lust-filled men who were impaling her mercilessly on each other's mammoth, barbarous cocks thrust deep into her soft, tender body, with only the slightest wall of tissue between her rectum and emit separating their hard-fleshy shafts.
Sara watched in a near hypnotized state of rank lust as Rick Gilardo began fucking into her hot, moist pussy with unbelievable fury, while Eli plunged up and down... in and out of her tightly resisting anus with insane, vicious strokes... both of them finally falling into a cadence that buffeted her between them to each of their advantage, and Miriam lay limply sandwiched, like some over-sized rag doll, moaning continuously at the outrageous ravishment of her defenseless genitals.
Sara's face was but a bare few inches from the pair of glistening, thick rods of flesh submerging into the blonde girl's stretched passages like automatically powered pistons, and her inflamed, lust-glazed eyes stared hungrily at the lengthy wet cocks, moist from Miriam's vaginal secretions, fucking beautifully in harmonious rhythm into her. She watched the frayed coral edges of her cunt being extracted with Rick's prick on the backstroke, and disappearing inside as he plunged deep, back into her belly. The same sight caught her eye with Eli's enormous cock sucking down out of her, tugging the tight pink ridges of her clasping, expanded rectum with it, then fluidly soaring back into her as he rammed upward until his balls were wedged into the cleft of her ass-cheeks. Truly, the lewdly depraved scene mesmerized her as she gaped, and Luke's thick, moronic prick sailed into her from behind like some caveman from another era.
And then... what Sara couldn't have dreamed possible, happened!
She heard Miriam's first low, ecstatic moan as it involuntarily escaped her lips. She had gone beyond the point of pain... the point of no return. It was now bliss... erotic bliss! Masochistic, perhaps, but joy nevertheless... undoubtedly from the very hopelessness of her position, or from the lewd, obscene thought of being fucked beyond reason by two men at the same time. She saw that Miriam's hips were moving back and downward against Eli's upthrusting cock raging into her defenseless anus, and then ahead and upward to absorb all of Rick's ramming prick into her seething cunt. Whatever her reasoning, she felt it deeply, for her face was loose and contorted in an expression of sheer carnal delight as her whole body began an undulation between the two men that sandwiched her, her buttocks rocking insanely to their rhythmic attack.
"Ooooohhhh... oooohhhhh God... Yes, yes!" she chanted hoarsely in the litany of the enraptured, as she responded in kind to each lunge into her cunt and asshole. Wild and insane they became, punishing her without mercy, yet, she gave them back in fury every stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to groan in an unintelligible maze of wild sexual abandonment "Aaahhhh... oh yes! Yes... I can feel both of you wonderfully inside me...! Don't stop! Hurry... harder! Hurry!" She cried out to them, urging them on, the thought of having two men making love to her at the same time suddenly driving her toward a volcano of fiery lust... and she even wanted to scream, to cry out to the whole world the wild masochistic pleasure they were bringing to her.
Her words set Sara wild. The sight of this preacher's wife, this bitch she hated, this helpless, innocent girl going completely out of her head as she had... turning into a wild, uninhibited sex maniac was just more than she could take. She wanted it too... the very same way... with Luke's huge idiot cock tearing into her...!
"Put it in my ass!" she cried back at him, squirming her buttocks to force him out of her cunt "Quick you stupid bastard! Ram it in my ass! Hurry, hurry!"
Luke needed no prodding. He placed the pulsating, blunt head against her small, snug anal opening and thrust with every ounce of strength he could muster.
"Aaaaauuuuuuggggghhhhh! Oh Jesus Christ... Oooohhhhhhh!" Sara screamed, the tears of pain bursting from her eyes to stream down her cheeks. His huge moronic cock had ripped her; she was sure! Christ, she hadn't believed it would hurt like this! It felt like some medieval torture implement being crammed into her unreceptive asshole. It burned like molten steel and filled her completely to her bowels. But even though she protested, the imbecile behind her paid no heed as he cruelly dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and rocked over onto his side, his hands moving up to encircle the back of her neck and then her throat...
To Miriam, it seemed to go on and on forever, the hands gripping and clutching at her as she was completely impaled from below and above. Everything spun before her, nameless and faceless, revolving in one great whirlpool of burning sensations of erotic pleasure.
"Ahhhhh... ooohhhhhh... please, together cum together with... with me...!" she begged insanely. "Fill me with it... fill me!"
And it was at that particular moment that several doors were broken open at Mansion-House and Peter Sheldon burst in with the State Police, swarming through the old building and throwing open the final door to where the lot of them were gathered watching and participating in the obscene orgy that had captivated their senses... even beyond the point of self preservation.
Peter froze in his tracks as he heard Miriam screaming wildly through her lust contorted lips: "Oh God, yes! Cum together in me...! Fm cumming... I'm He stared in horrified shock as she helplessly sobbed out her orgasm... an escapade that seemed to go on and on before his very eyes, the men dually ravaging her, thrusting their wildly ejaculating pricks into her pitifully subjected body, pumping their lewd, hot sperm into the insanely heaving belly of his beloved wife.
And then, he went blind in his rage and charged them!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was an unusual thing for them to take coffee to the bedroom, but it was even more out of the ordinary to accompany the electric pot with a bottle of brandy. Peter carried the latter.
"They tell me there's a thing called coffee royale that's out of this world," he said, working at the bottle top while Miriam placed the tray on the bureau.
In the flimsy negligee he had bought her and insisted she wear, this night, she poured the coffee and carried it to his side of the bed, while he, with a twinkle in his eye, laced it rather heavily.
"They also tell me that spirits are remarkable in that they bring your deepest emotions to the surface," he said, looking up at her with a sly grin.
She smiled down at him saying nothing, and Peter looked up at her from where he sat on the side of the bed, his eyes engorging themselves on her loveliness. Her long silky, blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and there was no deceiving makeup to mar her lovely young face. He reached out and drew her to him between his legs, running his hand beneath her gauzy gown, up along the back of her thighs until it encased the round fullness of one soft, full buttock, then slipped over to cover the smooth, white cleft that split them, doing his best to encompass both of the full round moons.
"I-I've been an awful fool, darling," he whispered up to her. "Can you forgive me... ever?"
Miriam gasped aloud in her ecstasy, moving forward to press his handsome head against her belly.
"D-Dear God, Peter... can you forgive me? I love you so very very much. I-I'm the one to blame. Look what I did! Buying the furniture and taking the church money... but worst of all... I gave that evil man the brooch you gave me for a wedding gift... " Peter swallowed tightly, making a wry face as he pressed his cheek into the soft resilience of her belly. "That's another thing," he said softly. "That brooch... it was worthless... I paid ninety-eight cents for it I-I just wanted you to think... "
He never finished. Miriam was laughing too hard. She draped herself over him and fell onto the bed, rolling onto her back and he crept up beside her, running his hand up and down her exposed thighs beneath the pulled-up negligee.
"Oh... Peter, Peter." she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face down to be kissed. "I love you... you dirty Texas swindler."
"Can you forgive me?" he asked, leaning over her, his hand still working, but now between her soft, inner thighs that she was slowly spreading apart for him.
"Yes... yes, I forgive you, my darling," she was saying, as suddenly her eyes seemed to drift away before him in some deep thought "What is it, Baby?" he whispered. "Something's bothering you."
"No," she shook her head. "No, not really. I-I was just thunking of Luke Dester... and Sara. Do... do you think he intended to kill her?"
For a moment Peter was silent "He had reason enough... but no one will ever know for sure. They... they say he's mentally deficient since the accident... I doubt that they'll do anything to him, except to put him someplace where he'll get the care he needs."
Miriam nodded. "Yes... " she replied, but secretly, she thought different Luke had been wiser than anyone had ever dreamed. Then: "What about the others... Eli Baines and Rick... all of them? What will happen to them Peter?"
She saw his face harden bitterly. He said: "Baines has an old murder charge to face. That'll take care of him for the rest of his days. As for the others, they were all involved in smuggling and selling narcotics... part of their syndicate-wide operations they tried to hook me into. Fortunately, when I opened the valise and found out what it was, I realized my only hope was to go to the police and tell them everything... It'll be a long time before they're free to prey on society again... including Rick Gilardo."
Miriam winced at even the sound of his name.
"Listen," Peter said suddenly, "I don't want to hear anymore about anyone this night but you and me... you hear?"
He kissed her and she felt his hand exploring that erotic area that would surely set her off in a moment. She laughed. "What do you think the parishioners would say if they could see us now?"
"To hell with the parishioners," he hissed, still smiling as he moved up over her, his finger delicately finding the thin, tight slit between her legs. "Come Sunday and I'm going to give them a sermon they won't forget."
"Oh... ? On what?"
"Love thy neighbor... every chance you get"
"Ooooohhhh, Peterrrrr... do it to me, darling, and don't ever stop again...
